Sprouting Seeds
This year my beloved acupuncturist, Dr. Wu, retired. I could sing you love songs about Dr. Wu. He took such
Prayer Flags
I have four children, and much of my weekends have born the imprint of their activities these past twenty years.
Rendezvous in Aisle Twenty
I've often said that my church is The Church of H.E.B. H.E.B is the
Picking Up the Pieces
Once a month I drive fifteen miles to a church hall in a neighboring town, where kind volunteers stack the
When You Find a Grocery List in Your Poetry Journal
When people ask me what I do, I tell them I'm a writer. The next question is often
On A Day When You Don't Feel Enough
Today's poem is for my young friend Liam. Liam is 19, in his first year of community college,
What Eyes Have Not Seen
This summer brought an unusual gift: a month long, grueling spell of vertigo, when I couldn't close my
Let + July poetry workshop, Writing Through Illness, with One Art
Many of you know I've had a journey through illness these past few years, since I became ill
Doppelganger
I spend a lot of time at the pharmacy these days. On any given day, I take 6-7 prescriptions -
New Math
A few years go I heard a saying from Sufi teacher Hazrat Inayat Khan that continues to teach me -