Spinning It is a little over a month since my last piece. In that time the world has turned green, the peonies have opened and gracefully...

Outside the day has turned to cold gray rain and spring rolled back to a late winter sky. But oh the light. the light against the tender...

Grandson.

Weeding. #poetrymonth

A habit of words. #napowrimo #poetry #Writing

Wishing Time Away. #place #poetry #time #Writing

Hoosier Landscape in Snow.

Walking the Labyrinth.

When the boundaries of my heart are blurred it is time to retreat into the words held in that small cave: the place that is sweetly damp...

Once again…..

I am having coca tea just off the plaza in Ollantaytambo . We have been traveling 5, or is it 6 days and therein lies my point. Time ...

I think about the notion of compartmentalization. Cordoning off aspects of my life into sections fenced neatly off one from the other. It...

When my children were young and my days full of constant juggling I would take moment in the darkening and walk outside to look up at the...

Today makes me proud to live in Indiana – yesterday the Indiana Supreme court found it unconstitutional to ban marriage between any two...

Today I have an overwhelming urge to do nothing. To sit and let the day pass by, the sky shift from pale cloudless blue to a morass of...

This is birthday week at my house – my daughter, spouse, and both my grandsons’ birthdays come one after the other – 2 on the same day-...

Fireflies. #Writing

Unfolding Time.

Still Country. #Writing

The happenstance of blue.