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A box was delivered on Saturday. I had ordered some small French pots for the front porch, anticipating the garden center at Home Depot...

Sometimes it seems so clear; where I am and who I am and what story is unfolding. I had grandparents that slept in separate bedrooms;...

The word snog is a combination made-up word, for which there is not another word, and that’s why it had to be made up. Snog equals snow...

Spiral journals came after that, more poetry and lyrics to songs, short stories about my parents divorce. I swooned over Anis Nin and May...

Women’s Voices – Natalie Goldberg The new Natalie Goldberg book arrived from Amazon yesterday. Before the sun came up, I made a cup of...

A couple of days ago I wrote about “A Place At The Table,” a documentary film now in theaters and also on Amazon.com.  This is something...

I saw a film this weekend that was a real eye-opener—“A Place At the Table” is a documentary that sheds a light on hunger in America, its...

Why should it matter that wet, March snow makes your boots create a squeaking sound when you walk around the lake in the early morning...

Letters to a Young Poet, by Rainer Maria Rilke Sunday is the best day of the week. It stretches before me without schedule or obligation....