Summertime means a slower pace and a few less responsibilities. For 14 years now, I’ve worked as a tutor for the athletic department at...

The closest I came to touching my dad lives in my imagination. In his dying days, my mother, Pregnant, believes this third child will be...

Thank you to everyone who has hung in there with me over the years. Today starts a new chapter in my business as I commit to a monthly...

And what a long, strange trip it's been. I've never been one to let moss grow under my feet and this year has been no different. Well,...

Dear Ones, This has been a year of deep waiting. In 2019, as part of a pilgrimage team, we ended our journey in Assisi, Italy walking the...

In these waning days of summer, I look to the fall as a time to busy up my life. It seems to be a throw back to the days of raising kids...

It's sort of wild how song lyrics pop into my head these days and can easily be applied to my current situation. I'm not a Dead Head per...

Remember when the world was full of rainbows? I do. That summer, we emerged from buildings on campus to witness what you can only faintly...

Serendipity-I am a believer. Luna moths have crossed my path twice in the past eleven years and have signified transitions in my life....

I ran into a neighbor on the avenue the other day. It was good to see her and her dog. She said she'd heard about the tree in my yard and...

Several times yesterday my fingers hovered over the familiar if not worn keys on my laptop, ready to type F-A-C-E-B-O-O-K. I resisted. I...

The blue veins on the back of her hands looked like rubber bands that lay in the junk drawer. I could count her thin, corkscrews of hair...

I'm excited to announce a collaboration in 2020 with Potato Hill Farm: a Modern Folk School. Throughout the coming year, classes,...

My husband and I have this old house, built in 1910. We often say that we are undoing the way it's been 'Home Depot-ed". When we bought...

The only people who have known me longer than her are my family. So when she had told me that she would go on active duty to the middle...

This week I look forward to spending Saturday with old and new friends exploring spirituality through the writing process. Between now...

Monday we "put him down." Its Friday. Living without the click of his nails, The old man cough, a wrap-around hug at my knee. I miss him...

While watching an old western movie as a child, I learned what sanctuary meant. I went to church every day as a parochial school child...

“Fiction is not a dream. Nor is it guesswork. It is imagining based on facts, and the facts must be accurate or the work of imagining...

Successful people don't just get through the dip, they lean into it.