“If your daily life seems of no account, don’t blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to…
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A Religion of One’s Own
The first thing I did when I found out I was pregnant, twenty-five years ago this winter, was get in…
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Dear Older (Love, Old)
This is the first in a series of letters between me and my friend, author Margaret Roach, on the challenges (and…
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On walking the labyrinth, 2014
You take a step forward, and another, still not sure you’re on the right road. And yet, there is something…
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The Soul of Solstice
One December when our sons were little, I hung a piece of paper painted a deep dark blue in our…
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A bit more about Gracie, gratitude, and you. . .
“A really companionable and indispensable dog is an accident of nature. You can’t get it by breeding for it, and…
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