“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” (John1:1, KJV)) In…
Porpoises and Purposes
A pod of porpoises often comes close to shore near our new home. It seems, if you’ll forgive the anthropomorphism, that they are making fun of the fishermen on shore.
Remembering Dad
My dad, my favorite amateur (as in, non-professional) grammarian, died last week at the age of eighty-six. Dad could, in…
Emergency Salads, Tornadoes, and Permanent Cow Fixtures
I realized I cannot stand up and be who and what I need to be without first kneeling and being humble to what I have been given.
A Talking Dog and Choppy Seas
How Saturdays would happen if the Big Blind Dog had language: I awaken and get out of bed. My husband…
Infinite Loops: Depression, Stuckness, Grief, and Self-preservation.
In the past six months or so I’ve done a good bit of coloring. I’ve found time for Hardanger embroidery.…
Balloons and Blankets: Honoring My Mother
My daughter had a lovely idea given that we were unable to have any kind of funeral or memorial for…
The Great Imagery Hunt or Walk 1.8 miles in my Brooks Trainers.
In the search for the ultimate imagery for our work, writers dredge up memory and metaphor that surprise and thrill…
For Momma – Letter
It was when my daughter was in her most rebellious stage that I called you beyond tears, beyond rage, exhausted…
Feed(back) Starvation or Finding a tool to fix a writing problem: Community.
There’s a phenomenon in fountain pen mechanics called feed starvation. Fountain pens work on the principal of capillary action (or…