THE BLOG

In this piece, I follow the structure of Margaret Wise Brown’s Goodnight Moon children’s book to explore elements of change in the US.

In this tight experimental form--between prose and poetry--I recall everyday moments related to mortality and life decisions. I may come back and noodle on this piece more, but putting this start forward for now.

This short piece is a reflection from a difficult day of caregiving which ended with a tiny act of generosity from a stranger.

I recently discovered a genre of writing called Flash nonfiction. Read on about a good-bye party in this form.

These are some sample poems from a poetry workshop prompt: "I didn't know I loved, until...." If you want to open gratitude, try it!

For 6 years (2012-2018), I lived with a chronic pain condition, Trigeminal Neuralgia. I told almost no one... Why? Read on for my journey.

My mind has felt messy lately, so I've been experimenting with Pantoum poetry as a different way to process complex thoughts. Try it!

My cat Mowgli, is an expert pattern-finder. I too am on a journey to identify and understand my own patterns and how they affect life.

This morning, I watched two fledgling Bald Eagles in their flying lessons. Their persistence and the parent's coaching style caught my eye.

I started to unpack my passive-aggressive approach to heat regulation. Here’s what I came up with. The patriarchy. Wait, don’t leave...

Post COVID, we’ve landed in a world where institutions that seemed secure and stable feel shaky and uncertain. It can feel unmooring.

When I heard about Pop-Up poetry at my conference, I expected to get a lighthearted limerick similar to a caricature picture. I was wrong.

All Saints Day in mainline Christian churches offers a chance to pause and reflect, but the liturgies can feel Hallmarky. Read on for more.

It’s election time and the world is rife with truth-telling and accusations of lies. Read on for my version of Two Truths and a Lie.

My mother passed away 2 weeks ago and her soul is free of pain. The grief traditions brought closure and yet layers of feelings linger.

Like many women, I wrestle with changes in my body. I offer the concept of Body Neutrality as a tool for the journey.

When caring for an aging parent...surprising relationships can emerge. In this essay, I reflect on an unexpected friendship.

There are 12 handicapped parking spots in front of the medical plaza I use. I once thought this was excessive, but after this week...

Bright red shoes and applied improvisation. Lessons learned from residents of a memory cottage.

An essay mirroring T.S. Elliott's poem, The Wasteland. Living in-between, feeling uncertainty, waking up to grey on grey on grey...