Silicone sorrows and weeping wings….

I’ve had a broken wing. Sometimes gimpy these last 30 years, it’s been cut up to remove tumor and strip lymph nodes. I’ve grieved some things, especially how a swollen pain will insert itself when I paint and write and prune and plant and sometimes just breathe air. I used to imagine the injury a…

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The sweet and the sour and fruit on the vine…..

A whole heap of time has swirled past since I last met with you here and I can’t say for sure why except that I’ve opened this laptop often,  just brimming with words, that then bottleneck and quickly subside like a low tide falling. I let my fingers stammer for a little while and then…

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Cheesecake with cherries and I won’t go away….

I want a quick time-out to say plain what this story is not. I’m not moralizing;  don’t have an agenda. If I ever carry a sign,  it would be to champion hope. Women face impossible decisions and need a tender grace, not oversimplified,  whitewashed shoulds. I’m pro-life.  Pro-choice.  Pro-solution.  Pro-people. There isn’t a whisp of politics about any of this;…

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heartsick and healing…

I’ve been shocked so hard by news so bad that my footing feels floppy, as if the earth has a really bad wobble and I’m queasy from riding in the back seat with cold wind rushing at my eyes, stinging my vision cloudy with tears. My wings tremble, and letting go muscles seize up tight…

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heartsick and healing…

I’ve been shocked so hard by news so bad that my footing feels floppy, as if the earth has a really bad wobble and I’m queasy from riding in the back seat with cold wind rushing at my eyes, stinging my vision cloudy with tears. My wings tremble, and letting go muscles seize up tight…

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