On my mind…

I’ve been procrastinating writing like crazy.  It’s challenging to be a human these days, let alone write down thoughts I feel strongly about.  Especially if I think others might disagree with me. I love respectful dialogue, but I don’t really want to invite conflict or attack.  I run the risk because I believe it’s important … Continue reading On my mind…

Aunt Bea

  My cousin Gary died two weeks ago.  Time has been passing “slow-mo” since then, so it seems longer, and still feels unreal.  He was such a nice guy, so loved by so many, so easy-going, so successful as a lawyer,  the least self-aggrandizing and least materialistic person you’d ever meet.  He was only 63, … Continue reading Aunt Bea

The Photo

I had a different essay I was working on for this post.  But in the process of cleaning my laptop desktop, I found this one I’d written in a Steve Almond workshop a few  weeks ago.  The prompt was a photo we were told to bring that morning.  This is the photo, and my story.  … Continue reading The Photo

Tiny steps…

It was early morning, but I’d eaten some chocolate late in the afternoon, so I was awake.  Attempting lemonade from insomniac lemon, I tuned into On Being, and listened to Krista Tippett interviewing Paul Muldoon here, a Pulitzer Prize-winning Irish poet, and poetry editor of The New Yorker. Near the end of the interview, when asked, … Continue reading Tiny steps…