I remember where I was 31 years ago. I remember all of it. The waxing gibbous moon, the broken clouds and the crackle of fluorescents. I was all set to sleep in that awkward recliner in my grandmother’s room at the hospital that night. We…
November is a swirl of emotion for me. So many anniversaries on the calendar of both joyful and heartbreaking things. I don’t want to blame the cool winds of fall for the sadness. I don’t ever want to not love the rustling leaves and the…
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as…
At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it. –Arthur Golden I’m grinding my teeth again and sleep is elusive. I…
Several weeks ago I was digging through pages of writing from a friend in hopes that I would discover some quotable sentences for cards I am making. One line really grabbed me: “I am grateful for the echoes”. Something really resonated with me when I…
