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There are several places to work, and the room is conducive to play and creation for a few people as opposed to solitary endeavor. In...

(This essay is dedicated to my curious nieces, who are also a part of the story I know by heart…) The Beguines existed for less than a...

The impervious feeling of youth is a delicious drunk of newness and firsts: first apartment, first true love, first heartbreak; the...

Recently I’ve been following a blog by Ruth Rainwater. It’s a simple blog that lists a different gratitude every day. I look forward to...

My friend Susan returned from retreat and showed me the rosary that she had made; read to me the prayers that she had written and prayed....

Today “The Daily Writing Prompt” arrived in the email. Like a siren of the sea, I was seduced to put down the packing tape and pick up...

These past months have brought about a whirlwind of change and resolve and there are days that I marvel at how life continues to build...

The woman lives next door to me and I often see her when I pull out of my driveway or when I am walking back from the lake and we smile...

I sang in the choir, directed by Mrs. Luella Parsons. Mrs. Parsons had bluish grey hair that she sprayed into a helmet on her head. Her...

A special kind of foolishness has compelled me in the past to make the drive to my favorite trail when the roads are slick from a...

On the other hand it is acceptable to brag about your grand-kids, your new living room couch or published works. I do not have any of ...

Week one was nothing short of committed, inspired and focused. Week two has been kicking my little yaya sideways with a leathery old boot...

Note:  this is an excerpt from the NaNoWriMo writer’s challenge that I have decided to participate in.  I have never tried to write a...

I have not lived in my neighborhood for all that long—three years. In those three years, every morning that I possibly could I sat...

After six weeks of unwinding my business and four weeks of packing up used to be my office, I stand upon the precipice of a big “what’s...

When the top was rolled up, twelve small drawers outlined the top of the desk, dropping down into other small compartments and shelving,...

A lifetime of work behind me, for the moment—I find myself “retired,” not even sure that I have any infinity at all with that word. To...

The shoes, when lying on a carpet, looked like they should have an empty martini glass and a black lace bra lying next to them… real...

Each year I plan a retreat for my community. This year I am bringing Dr. James Finley to Boulder, CO on September 20, 21 and 22, 2013 to...

There are decisions and choice points in each of our lives that are the needle piercing the cloth, carrying the thread that weaves its...