Wash Day and Grape Jelly
An early Saturday morning and I can already hear the clattering and swooshing coming from the kitchen. Mother has moved …
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Dusting
April 19, 2013 Yesterday I dusted. I don’t like dusting–it only stirs up what will settle again. I’m just moving …
Listener in the Loft
At a recent book event in Salisbury at the Literary Bookpost, an independent bookstore, members of our group who were …
The Dining Room Table
Yesterday I anticipated four bereaved mothers, including me, sitting at my dining room table for dinner. We are all mothers …
Butterfly Pottery
Our writing group’s connection to butterflies has been abundantly documented in Farther Along. Butterflies have come to us, collectively and …
Happen
I have been to the doctor’s office eight times in twelve days…It started with strep then progressed to my favorite …
Learning to breathe
I realized it today. I’m living again. I said it out loud. Those first ten years, (give or take a few), …
Beach Retreat
Beach Poem, Oct. 2005 Women walking Sitting talking Laughing crying over Living and dying Running sunning Having funning Daring dreaming …
A Pill for Everything
I’ve just written a column discussing some of the ideas in this piece–it will be published next week and I’ll …
Where am I going?
The following Haiku poems were written in response to a reading by Carol Henderson at a recent writing retreat. The …
IHOP and the Octopus
Thursday, March 28, 2002 found our family at IHOP in Charlotte to eat with our dear friends Jerel and Susan …
Apollo’s Chariot
This is the first time that the anniversary of Wes, Andy, and Ryan’s deaths has “lined up” with the lunar …
An Invocation…
Loving Father, Nurturing Mother, We ask your presence with us at this hour. We celebrate today our observance of New …
Shouted prayer
My prayers sometimes pause in the snatches of rainbow light that play upon the wall, the refrigerator, the floor, as …
YOLO
I first heard the term YOLO – acronym for You Only Live Once – last fall as my worship planning …
fulfilling a sacred contract
Howard Thurman, theologian and Harvard professor, said, “There are two questions that we have to ask ourselves. The first is, …
A place that no longer is
Prompt: Write about a place that no longer is April 22, 2007 I finally framed that little snapshot that had …
Talking to Grief: an acrostic poem
Peggy Clover May 5, 2005 Tell me, Grieving Heart, how do I live now? Agonizingly alone, aloof, shattered Longing for …
Collage
Ginkgo leaves and Christmas trees Green cicadas and fallen leaves Fallen lives, fallen hopes Tales more tragic than the soapiest …
Retreat
The mountains – quiet, peaceful solitude. Rhododendron, ferns, thistles, outcroppings of rocks, tops of trees swaying in the breeze, split …
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