Connecting

Sometimes, you find yourself in magical places. This past weekend, I did yoga on a beach along a bay, on a deck overlooking a river, and in the middle of a granite “Council Ring” at the center of at a 30-acre wooded sculpture garden. (Yep, that’s my...

Being Awake to the World

What happens when you put 7,000 writers in the same place? Sensory overload caused by stories which move through us and ideas which beget images as strong as actual memories and obligate introverts who usually spend a lot of their life energy forming personal...

Master of My Fate, Captain of My Soul

Welcome to what’s sure to be an interesting year. Last week, I planned on writing about the reading and workshop I did at Miriam’s Kitchen, but the New Year and a brush with a virus laid me down. I love what the name of this nonprofit represents. Miriam...

Even Grateful for Boredom

One wonderful practice I finally became disciplined about despite my previously held  “this is so cheesy” perception is maintaining a gratitude/acknowledgments list. Each night (or just as often in the morning while I’m waiting for my morning coffee...

Giving Up Not Doing Something, and Doing It Your Way

Yom Kippur occurred on a Saturday this year, which gives the normally austere-feeling holiday (Repent! Atone!) a different flavor. Sabbath is the day of lounging and eating heavy food that makes you want to doze on the floor afterwards, and joking out with family and...

What Redeems

I received the good news this week that Poetica Magazine has chosen “The Last of My Village” as the winner in its annual chapbook competition.  This will be my first collection, and although I always wanted a Perfect Spine (oh the metaphors abound!), I am...