Late Fall Morning Walk.

This morning the sun was brilliant and while the ground was still soaked with yesterday’s all day rain the clear bright sky beckoned me...

“Stories are geography”.

“Stories are geography” – from Rebecca Solnit’s The Faraway Nearby If I make a map of you I would trace the lines on your face to...

At the desk……..

Funny, how the fall colors of the trees seem so much richer against the graying sky. It rained all morning and I was glad for a reason to...

History is relayed through the perspective of the historian. The older the history the more rare it is to find a direct telling of it,...

There is a myth of time.

There is a myth of time, of seasons progressing, of things moving forward. Take today. Over the years I have become convinced that toward...

just a bit discordant.

M. described it perfectly when she said “you are living your life just one inch to the side of where you want to be. ”  One moment that...

A Small Epiphany.

I hadn’t submitted anything to the last issue of Rattle, the theme of single parenthood didn’t apply to me. At least that’s what I...

Preludes.

I can see the first changes of colors in the trees. I started spotting single leaves two weeks ago, a drop of gold here, a reddish brown...

TESHUVAH.

We are in the days of awe at the turning of the year. I am not observant in the traditional sense, I don’t often go to temple, I don’t...

Turnings.

It is the last week of August and in the midst of first real heat wave we have had all summer my thoughts are turning to coming the new...

The creek bed of my childhood…...