February 13, 2024
Attuned to Nature’s Music
No one in my life heard the music of Mother Nature better than my beloved friend, Judy.
June 5, 2023
Becoming A Poem
There is unbridled potential for the poetic — in everything, even in ourselves.
May 16, 2023
The Solitary Habit
My father died two months ago. Yesterday, we did a sunrise walk together.
March 31, 2023
Ashes, Ashes, I Still Fall Down
We are taught that if we work hard enough, we will get over our losses. This has not been the case for many who grieve, including me.
March 3, 2023
Wait for It — February 2023
“I want something from Daddy that he is not able to give me . . . .”