Mothering the World on Mother’s day
In the Time of Corona we all need a little mothering on Mother’s Day. A huge influence on my understanding …
Author Archives: Deborah J. Brasket
Poetry in the Time of Corona
Leaf shadows thrown by the morning sun against a creamy wall. Soft, sensuous folds of a warm blanket tossed across …
Joy and Grief and Everything in Between
I don’t know if it has anything to do with Covid-19, all these mixed emotions that swell and rage and …
Home Schooling Again, & Who’s the Boss?
I home-schooled my two children for six years when we were sailing around the world on La Gitana. And now, …
“Love is a Language Few Practice, But All Speak”
Unreast in Baton Rouge By Traci K. Smith after the photo by Jonathan Bachman Our …
La Gitana, My Larger Self
When I first started this blog eight years ago, I had planned on using it as a vehicle for writing …
My Wild Child, My Son, “Rider on the Storm”
I wrote this tribute to my son seven years ago, shortly after the birth of my granddaughter. Recently I posted …
Tapping into the Unconscious – The Art of Sohan Qadri
When I first encountered one of Sohan Qadri’s paintings, I was plunged like a pebble into a still pool, radiating ripples of …
“I’m Praying for You, To Die”
I get this message about once a week from my granddaughter’s mother. It goes into great detail about the pain …
To Crave & To Have: A Thing & Its Shadow
To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break …
