Yesterday I was home alone all day – I thought I would get a lot of writing done – it was quiet I had nowhere to be and I had taken care...

Moving at the Speed of Slow.

Last year at this time I left my position at the university where I had been for over a decade. I loved my work (equity issues in...

Another Way to Look at Snow Days. #Writing

I’ve been housebound all week, you’d think I’d write of snow or cold, the longer dark, the lingering ice. But it’s the fire I think of;...

This New Year’s Eve we spent the night at home for the first time in many years. Just us, my husband and me, a fire in the wood stove, a...

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The thin cold air of December is leaning into the new year, I have returned from one journey only to begin another. A journey of intent;...

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Back Home Again Arrived back to Indiana last night – warm greetings from family, home at the end of a long day’s travel. But I am not...

driving on the left.

I have been in Ireland for just a week, but in the way of being away I feel like it has been much longer. It is the stepping out of...

AWAY.

We go away to get closer to ourselves. Outside our regular lines of time, the dimensions of our days are able to shift and we can refit...

After Thanksgiving.

This morning in the quiet after Thanksgiving week I listened to an interview with Wendell Berry and Bill Moyers. A few years ago I had...

Time Honored.

Time Honored Yesterday I spent the day with a friend. Not a carved out hour for lunch, or a coffee between meetings, but a whole day....

the wonder of memory. #Writing

the wonder of memory Yesterday I was playing zoo with my three year old grandson and he stopped in the midst of placing a yak in the...