The messages come from myriad sources. I feel like I’m standing in a room, mouth agape, tears in my eyes, […]
A Dove with a Flute
I am sitting atop the freezer in the laundry room. I have decided to move the table Luke and Isabel […]
Just Writing, Day One
Duty. Everywhere I look, I see people trying to “do their duty.” So few of us understand that it’s not […]
Morning Pages, Day Five
Shapes of sunlight hit the wall in front of me: what little of it is visible and not armored with […]