A Girl and Her Chicken

A Girl and Her Chicken

The last months of 2019 are in the rearview mirror, and I’m happy to have them behind me. I leave that time a little bruised and vulnerable, having lost my mother to a rapid decline from stage 4 cancer in mid November. She was a force of nature and a muse to...
Someday It Will Be Us

Someday It Will Be Us

Autumn dusk is hitting its prime. Walking the dog back home I see lights coming up in the village windows. It brings to mind the ones who inhabited these houses before my time. Their benevolent spirits linger throughout this valley and its hilltops in the many...
Contemplating Hugs

Contemplating Hugs

On a waterfront plaza in Kingston, Ontario, last week our family of three saw a women with a Free Hugs sign. The woman was in her 60s and was with another friend. No one was taking her up on the offer, and I casually suggested to my daughter that she get a hug. She...
It is Better to Speak Remembering

It is Better to Speak Remembering

Recently the poet David J. Bauman shared some lines from Audre Lourde. My eyes are still wet while processing her words about listening and speaking and all the nuance in between. We had a spirited dinner discussion last night about the power of listening and when to...