These are the song-lines I will walk
I wrote this post three years ago, when my world—the whole world—looked so very different. I’m reposting it, slightly revised, because I need a reminder: These…
I wrote this post three years ago, when my world—the whole world—looked so very different. I’m reposting it, slightly revised, because I need a reminder: These…
I said goodbye to my mother on December 19. Every minute with her after that was “hello again.” Hello again and thank you for this gift…
Thirty-five thousand feet above the Atlantic I jump-start our Irish adventure by reading Inishbream, Theresa Kishkan’s novella born of her own time in Ireland years ago.…
It’s long past time to write a new post. I’ve been immersed in writing other things. And reading reading reading. I hit a bonanza recently outside…
I’m not on Twitter (nor will I ever be, after reading Jon Ronson’s So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed) so it’s a fluke I even saw this…
Carin at Matilda Magtree illustrated her recent post about how to write seasonally unaffected greeting cards with her photographs of Judith Scott’s amazing fibre sculptures.* The…
Some friends hiked up the north slope behind our place a few weeks ago. When they came back down, they told us they thought a sasquatch might…
For years I have placed pomegranates around my house: here and there, on windowsills, on my desk, on my altar. They are reminders sparked by a…
Out here in the bush we pick up our mail once a week, on Tuesdays, when LW drives into town to deliver eggs. It’s always an…
I mentioned the other day that I don’t make New Year’s resolutions anymore, but if I did, Maria Popova offers a list of suggested resolutions that…