This morning I woke to find a scattering of snow had arrived in the night. I went out to take a few pictures, and was drawn to an old tree stump out back. A shelf fungus and clumps of moss held the new snow so prettily. The stump breaks […]
I haven’t posted anyone else’s poetry on the blog before. But after reading a quote by the Native American writer Louise Erdrich, I went and researched the full poem it came from. Happily, I found a new writer and poet (new to me, at least) whose work I’m now excited to read more […]
This morning I unearthed my mother’s small collection of bells from their basement purgatory. I’m not sure what possessed me to finally seek them out. The only thing I can imagine is, that lately I’ve been thinking and writing so much about my father’s belongings and why I still have so many […]
I’d written the first part of this poem last month, scribbled it down in my notebook for safe-keeping. This morning I felt interested in revisiting it, exploring again the sentiment that gave it life in the first place. It’ a bit grim with its mortal thoughts and all. But most […]
Honeybees dance along a pair of delicate lace curtains hanging in my bathroom window. They are kind of an old-fashioned thing, lace curtains, but I love how the light moves through them on a sunny day, casting shadows and creating that feeling of soft warmth even in the winter. Especially in the winter. […]
A couple weeks ago I returned to my Thursday afternoon painting class, an outlet I always realize I miss very much after my teacher, Joan, closes our sessions down for the summer and during the holiday season. I felt the same mix of relief and relaxation spark up as I started […]
My whole life, writing has kept me alive. Whether it was keeping a private journal, composing poems in notebooks I quickly stashed away, or writing stories as an English major my first time through college and then on my own afterward, it has always been a cherished, unequaled outlet for my […]
Where I live wide-open, empty fields abound. You can look for what seems like miles and find nothing but grassy acres awaiting crops of corn, wheat, or hay. Many times, however, there will be a dilapidated old barn sitting just on the perimeter, a crumbling memory of a farm’s former […]
