Matins
I love poems that celebrate the tender, poignant, beautiful, earthy, and the everyday. These are our lives, they proclaim, and
Unfurling
This poem came about a wondering - what is it like, those places in us that bend toward the light,
Learning to Dance
Last weekend I watched my husband take a dance lesson at a local dance studio. The lead teacher was an
Communion
This poem came to me during my morning ritual, when I step outside, greet the sun, offer up my prayers,
Pulling Out the Splinter
Splinters are part of gardening, I've learned, especially because I tend not to wear gloves. My last splinter
The Magi
The other day I was talking to an acquaintance about the January I've had, a season of illness
Waiting on Hold for the Customer Service Rep
Perhaps like me, you make a lot of phone calls. Insurance companies, banks, doctors offices, the IRS, the plumber and
Mourning Song
There's a story I heard in a Tara Brach podcast, many years ago now, about a young child
Saying Goodbye to My Son's Choir Oxfords
For much of the past twenty years, my social life has rotated around the axis of my children's
Blessing the Pills
Yesterday, in my monthly writing group, we explored belonging. During our time together, I heard something I hadn't