Ursula K. Le Guin – The Ending Place
The words of the unquenchable, incomparable Ursula K. Le Guin are among my most treasured possessions. Yes, her books. Of course her books — they occupy two…
Category: Musings
The Gift of Holiday Grief
Each year I know more people who are sad during the holidays. Many are mourning lost loved ones. That, and my own holiday grief, have seemed regrettable,…
A #NaNoWriMo Salute
It is a truth (perhaps not universally acknowledged) that any process that would spawn an acronym like “NaNoWriMo” must be awful. I have, in fact, heard the…
My Top Five Halloween “Treats”
#1: Memories Me, five years old, all witchy-ed up, including a truly impressive grimacing mask, which my mother had worn thirty-some years earlier. “What an ugly witch…
Aikido: The Real Thing
Studying Aikido, I have found the courage to stand up for myself and others, to be at peace from a place of strength. Ironically (at least to…
The highs and lows of August 2017
What a month. I grew up in the Deep South, so the events in Charlottesville on Aug. 12 set off not only a clangor of alarm bells,…
Of lovebirds and loving the Earth
Party of six, your table is ready. Er … your ledge is ready. The setting sun hovers above the Pacific Ocean, burnishing the cluster of lovebirds with…
Aunt Emmy’s Recipe
What does pie have to do with learning to write, or practicing Aikido? Welcome to my brain. And read on — you might be surprised! As an…
In memory of Mom, a poetry month p.s.
Okay, okay. So this isn’t a “post-script.” I didn’t actually post a blog last month. Mea culpa! But I do have an excuse: I was too busy…
World Peace: The Bathroom Paradigm
“How much longer will you be in there?” my older offspring queried the younger through the bathroom door last night. “Oh, are you waiting? Just a sec!”…
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The Gift of Holiday Grief
Each year I know more people who are sad during the holidays. Many are mourning lost loved ones. That, and my own holiday grief, have seemed regrettable,…
A #NaNoWriMo Salute
It is a truth (perhaps not universally acknowledged) that any process that would spawn an acronym like “NaNoWriMo” must be awful. I have, in fact, heard the…
My Top Five Halloween “Treats”
#1: Memories Me, five years old, all witchy-ed up, including a truly impressive grimacing mask, which my mother had worn thirty-some years earlier. “What an ugly witch…
Aikido: The Real Thing
Studying Aikido, I have found the courage to stand up for myself and others, to be at peace from a place of strength. Ironically (at least to…
The highs and lows of August 2017
What a month. I grew up in the Deep South, so the events in Charlottesville on Aug. 12 set off not only a clangor of alarm bells,…
Of lovebirds and loving the Earth
Party of six, your table is ready. Er … your ledge is ready. The setting sun hovers above the Pacific Ocean, burnishing the cluster of lovebirds with…
Aunt Emmy’s Recipe
What does pie have to do with learning to write, or practicing Aikido? Welcome to my brain. And read on — you might be surprised! As an…
In memory of Mom, a poetry month p.s.
Okay, okay. So this isn’t a “post-script.” I didn’t actually post a blog last month. Mea culpa! But I do have an excuse: I was too busy…
World Peace: The Bathroom Paradigm
“How much longer will you be in there?” my older offspring queried the younger through the bathroom door last night. “Oh, are you waiting? Just a sec!”…