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…

Shifting currents

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…

Stepping into a river of dream

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.…

Reading room

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…

Words guaranteed to raise a few queer eyebrows

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…

String and silence, entwined

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…