Yoga in the Family
Last fall, my younger daughter, who lives in the next town over, invited me to go with her to a …
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God’s Acre
Have you ever heard of a “living” graveyard? I have. It’s my home graveyard, just up the street from Home …
Acrostic on “the unimaginable,” a refrain from the Hamilton song, “It’s Quiet Uptown”
Preparing for a meeting later today with one of my bereaved mother groups, I found a piece of writing from our session …
Death is Nothing at All
Last night a dear friend, whose son died almost three years ago, gave me a sheet of paper upon which …
Why We Write
We reblog a post from Marianna Crane’s blog Nursing Stories. Marianna asks the question of readers, Why do you write? …
North Carolina Outer Banks
North Carolina Outer Banks On a cold and crisp January day we drove to the Outer Banks to meet up …
Hope and wild things
Betsy posted a reflection on Wendell Berry’s “The Peace of Wild Things” on this blog about a month ago just …
This New Year!
I am grateful to be starting this new year with virtually a clean slate. That is especially nice because 2016 …
The Peace of Wild Things
There’s no doubt we are going through some pretty wild times right now, both here at home in the United …
Some Days-an Acrostic Poem
On a recent writing retreat to Roaring Gap, NC, the prompt “some days” was given to the group. I decided …
Lightly
I look for light–especially in this season. And though the darkness can seem oppressive, I am grateful—even joyful—for the cracks in …
Twenty Years
Twenty years. That is all I can say, that is all I can think. Twenty years. That is a long time …
