During the pandemic we tore up most of our small urban backyard to build raised garden beds. Three years later, we are humbled, and learning, and have fed countless birds, insects, squirrels and our dog Bailey, who loves to eat the cherry tomatoes before we pick them. Sometimes we feed…
Once a month, on Monday mornings, I join a group of soul divers for a Soul Writer's Circle. We putter and write. We read poems and talk about mystery. We laugh and cry and breathe and come home. Yesterday's meeting was an exploration of acceptance. To…
We talk freely about loving people, loving a favorite song or a favorite film - even loving a place. Can you love a road? And can a road love you back? In 2010 I moved from one small town to another - well, to a slightly bigger town - in…
My dear friend Jen and I met in the bathroom of the Albertson's grocery store in the small town of Livingston, Montana on a hot summer day. We were both juggling one year old sons and preschool daughters as we made a bathroom trip - and recognized a…
I remember driving to a meeting through Austin traffic, winding along a stretch of road that's filled with stop lights. On that particular day, as I neared each light, it changed from green to yellow. And I'd left the house ten minutes after I'd…
This past weekend found me at the copy store, printing out flyers for my dear teacher. I drove to grocery stores and coffee shops, restaurants and health food stores to hang the posters on community bulletin boards. My car functions like my locker did in high school. It carries the…
This morning arose with a busy day ahead of me: back to back dental appointments for myself and my son, forgotten about in the blur of yesterday's holiday; stacked phone calls and a desk overflowing with papers and good intentions. In the midst of the pull to go…
The sunflowers wave as I step outside to cut parsley for the small red potatoes I've steamed for supper. When I miss my family, I cook their food. I mince onions and saute garlic in olive oil, add basil and tomatoes and simmer my grandmother's spaghetti…