Changing My Story

Last week, Kiddo selected The Whisper by Pamela Zagarenski as part of her bedtime reading.  It’s a story about a little girl who reads a magical book without words, because the words fell out on her way home from school.  Frustrated at the absence of words, she hears a whisper (a fox perched outside her Read More …

Garden Carnage

Oy. Oy. Oy. The joys of older home ownership. Like snaking clumps of clay from the sewer line. Like calling a plumber and he says, “that’s not good.” Like said plumber confirming that the sewer line has to be dug out…through the landscaping that you designed, excavated, and toiled months to put in. Like… You Read More …

So Where Were We?

Ah, yes: my last post was on spring fever if I recall correctly.  Except now it is nearly fall. Kiddo started back at preschool today, and I find myself with more time on my hands.  And, you know what?  I’m a little sad about that.  Kiddo and I had an awesome summer together.  We went Read More …

Playing God Means Showing Up No Matter What

There’s a thin white line that I must cross every morning in order to write.  It’s like treading over inches of freshly fallen snow –  that coming out of sleep process – a hush that heightens story-telling because characters speak and scenes unfold on their own.  I don’t have to work hard to get things rolling. Except Read More …

Why Do I Get Up At Zero Dark Early?

“Even the smallest person can change the course of the future” – J.R.R. Tolkien Thanksgiving Week slipped in here on the heels of kiddo’s birthday last weekend.  I struggled yesterday with writing a post, well, writing in general.  Fog brain?  Sick child?  Targeted holiday advertising hitting me at every turn on social media?  My profound Read More …

Day 13

Day 13 finds me in a better place than Days 1-4.  Detox.  It’s the part that I hate.  But after…energy comes.  I am feeling better.  Gone:  my bloated belly, the nighttime GERD, the pain in my diaphragm, sleeplessness, and 3 lbs of body fat.  My clothes fit better and I have more energy for Em.  Read More …

Day 1

Okay. Check out it. Everybody’s doing it. What’s the problem? I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you feel safe. I’ll make anything possible. Come on. Just one hit. You know you want it. You can start again tomorrow. Just enough to get you through this rough patch. This’ll be the last time. What’s the difference? Read More …

The Tree House (the Shed formerly known as “She”)

There once was a boy who loved a girl.  One day he gave her a book filled with many home projects, both large and small, that could make her life beautiful. “Whichever project you chose, I will build for you,” he said. The girl looked through the book.  But her heart, blinded by the expectation of bath Read More …

Photo Meditation on Hope

This morning I stood in my garden and the clarity of light reminded me of that morning fourteen years ago when I watched live as the second plane hit the second tower. But I didn’t want to dwell on the darkness of that day, which ripped deeply into my psyche and wounded me with fear Read More …

Words

  Words Genes, defining strands of DNA, Flick on, flick off – Like a light switch – Building, forming, shaping Mind, body, spirit In the sinewy spiral of creation: I am unforgiven; he is a good. I am boring; she is interesting. I am unworthy; they are gifted. i am useless…i am nobody… i am…i Am…I Read More …