Ashes of love
I own precious few family heirlooms. One I treasure is a worn black leather-bound pocket-sized ledger filled with poems. It first belonged to my great-aunt Nan,…
I don’t want to lose a single thread
When John O’Donohue’s blessing for the end of the year came across my screen yesterday, my reaction was resistance. Isn’t that so often my way? To…
A world without grandmothers
Grandmothers, according to anthropologist Kristen Hawkes, are what make us human. This 2012 article in The Atlantic outlines her hypothesis: “Grandmothers came about in order to…
I choose love
Every year—every day—every hour—every breath—begins with uncertainty. We don’t know—we can never know, thankfully—what’s in store. This year, for me, that truth is only more obvious.…