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It seems to me that the universe is bound together by dancing molecules of love. I’ve had a couple of rough weeks.  Free floating...

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

Twenty-five years ago, tennis was my game. I loved the feeling of getting up early and hitting for an hour before work. I loved the cute...

Some mornings, most mornings, I wake up with the committee  blaring in my head. There is the usual to-do list, then a tremendous amount...

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;...

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...

New Pope. It was the big world news yesterday. For me, it was curious and sad. Even though I was raised a Catholic, I want nothing to do...

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....