I learned from Kim, 40, whose car flipped five times before her back broke the day after she turned twenty. Two decades have flown by and she still remembers the clock — 3:45 on a fall afternoon – and I wonder if now she prefers twilight, what kind of life her...
I am going through a period of not having much to say. Not just poetically, although that too. Politically, I feel like I am in a period of deep observation, not to the point of disengagement, more like I am sitting under a weeping willow in a soft rain, dry and...
I’m on a week-long cleanse, trying to help my body gracefully transition from winter to spring. I’ve been clearing out stuff for a while now — half my closet, a couple of drawers in a large chest — making room for JC which I hope will send out...
The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind. – Kahlil Gibran Maybe it’s the time of year where the calendar creates a trackable milestone, but in the past week, two...
Some people hibernate in the winter. I am largely a cave-dwelling creature in Washington’s swampy summer. I get bear-like, moving as little as possible. Oh, I do my yoga most days, maybe hoop to something on Netflix in the cool of my living room. (Since I last...
Had a fabulous and intense time at the International Women’s Writing Guild Annual Conference where I led a daily workshop called Pen & Pose, moving participants through breath and postures and writing prompts. Thanks to the perfect New England weather, we...
