I love poems that celebrate the tender, poignant, beautiful, earthy, and the everyday. These are our lives, they proclaim, and

This poem came about a wondering - what is it like, those places in us that bend toward the light,

Last weekend I watched my husband take a dance lesson at a local dance studio. The lead teacher was an

This poem came to me during my morning ritual, when I step outside, greet the sun, offer up my prayers,

Splinters are part of gardening, I've learned, especially because I tend not to wear gloves. My last splinter

The other day I was talking to an acquaintance about the January I've had, a season of illness

Perhaps like me, you make a lot of phone calls. Insurance companies, banks, doctors offices, the IRS, the plumber and

There's a story I heard in a Tara Brach podcast, many years ago now, about a young child

For much of the past twenty years, my social life has rotated around the axis of my children's

Yesterday, in my monthly writing group, we explored belonging. During our time together, I heard something I hadn't