Fourteen on December 6
14, As More Than Just a Number by Anna Humphrey For Geneviève Bergeron, 21 Because you bled one week of every month. Because you wanted to…
My Christmas prayer
In my last post I shared my deep resonance with Michael Leunig’s prayer. Today, it being Christmas morning with its promise of birth, I find myself…
My most difficult child
One of the most welcome parts of my everyday is Robyn Gordon’s beautifully curated posts. Robyn is a South African artist with a gift for finding…
Married to amazement: Imagine!
Last night I attended a memorial for one of our community’s beloved elders. Nancy Sterritt was my sister’s auntie, and she died in her 97th year,…
For the novel not yet written
This morning I rolled out of bed, grabbed a pen and blank paper, lit the fire, poured a coffee, and wrote a novel. Okay, I didn’t…
Here you are, alive …
… Would you like to make a comment? This morning an excerpt from Mary Oliver’s Long Life: Essays and Other Writings danced into my awareness: Poets…
We are not the only one
I receive a poem by email every morning. I don’t always read them. Some days poetry seems like a frill. Or maybe it’s just the wrong…
To my brother on his 60th birthday
When I was a kid, I lived in a crazy-ass family where up was down and down was up and I never knew what was coming.…
File this under things that make editors chuckle
I don’t usually find too much of interest in Torch, my alumni magazine, but the Spring 2017 issue is different. For one thing, Jason Motz (BA…
In lieu of flowers, take someone you love to lunch
In the wild, chaotic grief that erupted when my father died, the first task I grappled with was calling his friends and our family members to…