
The Strange Beauty of Brokenness [...]
The Strange Beauty of Brokenness [...]
Before we acquired a cat [...]
Your euphemistic separation
happened just-like-that [...]
For Marlene DeNardo, who heard [...]
Last night they told you [...]
A handy dusting tool,
the [...]
I consider the pine cones [...]
I dream a dream of [...]
Some of you, dear readers [...]
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Our new neighbor is giving [...]
It's bound to happen when [...]
Sometime after my imaginary friend [...]
I am flying back after [...]
I remember arriving
at that [...]
The sunny plaza in front [...]
You just turned sixty-nine,
which [...]
At choir rehearsal,
after our [...]
In two weeks, after an [...]
My mother is still cancer-free [...]
These November mornings,
the streets [...]
September night sky eerie with [...]
When we got married, at [...]
It started with a convergence [...]
Last week my biggest regret [...]
When our grand-daughter visits,
she [...]
In the Buddhist tradition
there [...]
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I so admire the sense [...]
I was sitting on a [...]
I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.