Life is a cycle, right? Sometimes it’s like laundry – you find you are doing the same thing again and again. There are also life events that start and finish over and over, yet the in between is different. Take school. Over the past 17 years, I’ve had many beginnings and endings regarding schooling and …
the squishy moss on the rock God’s carpet he asked a sweet memory made the sound of the rain tapping its messages on the steel roof the fog rolling, cotton over the still water enveloping my board the loon calls out I am nearby this is home the lily pads return blanketing the bay white …
I have a complicated set of emotions around the word ‘dad’. I did not grow up with my own father in my life and when I did get to know him, the mysteries of who he was, the fantasy of who I thought he was – nothing got resolved in the few years we had …
My hubby is a kid at heart. It’s not that he’s never grown up – he takes responsibility seriously. But, he also takes his fun pretty seriously. Like cycling up mountains in Taiwan. Like he thinks it’s fun to get up at the crack of ridiculous and go out on his bike before work. He …
This term, I am taking a course called Creative Writing through Reading and it has made me pay even closer attention to words. Yesterday, driving on my own for a few hours, I caught these words on the Broadway album for Bruce Springsteen. We are ghosts or we are ancestors in our children’s lives. We …
