I was fixing a light bulb. It was a tiny one, no larger than my thumb. It lived in a salt rock lamp. The salt rock lamp was as big as a watermelon on the heap of summer season’s bounty, piled up in neon green with darker green stripes, the dumpster-ish cardboard boxes welcomed […]read more

Can we awaken to the mystery of the unknown? When the eye of the storm pauses to sing, and blankets of sand lift from stillness, and death awaits in graveyard cleaves, in ancient times and tomorrows; the silence wishes to teach us (oh wonder), the soil, the water, the larger than, more than human […]read more

“Your books are here,” my husband said from the dining room, his second office by way of Covid. I thought, ok, from the kitchen where I was working on whatever I was working on (writing, emails, promoting, thinking). I buy a lot of books online. Sometimes I buy them from Amazon, sometimes from independent bookstores. […]read more

Stay the course. She is ready. The field of runners is wide, is competitive. She is calm.  Runners approach the course, like predators, alert, silent and stealthy, informed, trained. What they are about to do, all of them, rotate every tissue and cell, bend and explode, churn and burn through the crisp air that […]read more

pay attention be astonished. tell about it. -mary oliver I have a delicate, black on black on black, layered, lace and lace-y, tulle and silk and satin cocktail dress. There is an overlay of trimmed triangular lacing. It flares just a bit, from my lower rib cage to the middle of my thigh where […]read more

I hadn’t noticed it a month ago, the dramatic turn of habit in between her thumb and index finger. She seemed to have no control over what her hands were doing, they were in perpetual motion. Sitting beside my mother in the neurologist’s office in the early afternoon of a Friday, with a cold […]read more

What I try to do, when awake, is remind myself to connect. For all of my life (in memory), that has meant moving my body. In the beginning, lucky for me, I was put into a movement class, say, when I was eight. And, “she’s a natural” was quickly relayed back to those holding […]read more