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 …
I wrote this tribute to my son seven years ago, shortly after the birth of my granddaughter. Recently I posted …
I often turn to the poetry of Mary Oliver when seeking solace, when trying to negotiate a path through the …
I’m finding it harder to blog these days, harder to paint, to play piano, to clean house, to do most …
While neither of these poems have anything in particular to do with remembering those who have given their lives to …
Fallen in Love by David Whyte That day I saw beneath dark clouds the passing light over the water and …
How much of our lives do we view through a narrow lens, whether through the lens of a camera, our …
I’m working on a sequel to my novel From the Far Ends of the Earth, mostly research and note-taking at …
The sun does not shine on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, …
That’s where I’ve been these last ten days or so, wrapped around Schrödinger’s cat in that state of unknowing. My …
Well, I just finished rewriting the ending of my novel as requested by a publisher. We will see what they …