Art & War.

How often I have wished that what I crafted were notes and melodies – my voice moving through measures. Or, a stroke across a surface,...

A question of balance.

Go Hoosiers!.

A little something on nothing.

Summer The sky has a glow even at ten pm but the stormy skies drive me in instead of out. Just a week ago the days shone like July, full...

Lighting Candles.

I am mourning the loss of fireflies: the warm summer dusks that raise the cacophony of insect symphony and frog calls followed by the...

I was seven in the summer of 1961 and as we did every summer we drove across the Tappan Zee from the Bronx apartment up to Buena Vista...

Unfolding Time.

Ever notice how an hour in the morning – say between 9 and 10 can pass by in minutes, and an hour in the late afternoon say between 3:30...

My home is bounded by woods. Once the leaves have opened and the brambles grown back up I cannot see another house. On occasion a mower,...

This last week has been very full. A trip to Toronto for a family reunion the youngest ages 10 months, the eldest 92, a rare visit from a...

All through April I have been writing a poem a day. Friends and I took the National Poetry Month challenge and created a shared place to...

Neither Here nor There.

Today I am silly with jet lag – which really doesn’t make much sense as I have been back home from Spain for almost a  week. I don’t...

Where do we find the sacred?.

Yesterday I visited La Sagrada Familia – the cathedral designed by Gaudi and still under construction. I have been four times in the last...

What I notice when I travel.

The days take on a rhythm from the inside out. I walk in the morning. The weather is at the center of the day. The daily tasks of others...