On Your Fourth Birthday, A Sonnet

I’m not a poet, so please forgive my poor attempt at verse. Old photographs lie withered in the sun. They’re faded now where light and paper met. So, too, the grief I felt for what was done Diminished now, leaves in its place regret. The photographs I took back then … Read More

I’m not a poet, so please forgive my poor attempt at verse. Old photographs lie withered in the sun. They’re … Read More

Finding Treasure

After a drenching winter, one in which the dry reservoirs filled and the wood pile disappeared and the water saturated … Read More

On Cultivating Peace

We hosted a dinner gathering recently. We opened our doors and friends came, bringing with them smiles and laughter and dishes … Read More

I Resolve to …

Here we are, at the beginning of another New Year, and the desire broods within me to make 2017 The. Best. … Read More

Advent: A Re-Framing

This space has been quiet for the past few months. There are many reasons for this: I’ve focused my limited writing … Read More

Ten Minutes of Peace

Jonathan woke up Sunday morning with a scratchy throat, exhausted. He opened his eyes, briefly, when Katie called her morning … Read More