When I think about love... I think about how I would feel on Sunday mornings at 11:00am.Well rested and aware of a whole day stretching before me like an endless road. I think about the sound of my mother laughing in the kitchen on the phone or my father throwing my sister in the pool-her limbs akimbo… Continue reading Before I knew
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On the (almost) First Day of February
Here’s what I know about love:It holds your hand, and you don’t need to ask it to.I know it comes back, even when you lost it-it stills knows you. It’s been sitting quiet for you, waiting til you are ready to receive it again.I don’t know what it looks like, but I do know how… Continue reading On the (almost) First Day of February
Spring Semester advice
Take a breath, a really big one and enjoy it. Go ahead and roll your shoulders back and drop them into place. They don’t belong at your ears. Trust me. Root your feet into the ground, balance comes from building things correctly, not swiftly. It’s ok if you need to get water, in fact everyone should get some more… Continue reading Spring Semester advice
The Stories we Tell
I don't need to write it here to remember that this semester was hard. But there, now it is written. And as I am nearing the end, I find myself counting the blessings of the days.Two cards today from students who both said thank you.And I may never get another, but this will be enough.The… Continue reading The Stories we Tell
December query
Outside my window, in the tree across the street, a bundle of leaves sways unevenly in the December wind. Bunched together, shriveled and unhappily alone on the otherwise bare branch they are forgotten and victim to the elements. In happier days they were bright green, now they simply are gray-brown and dry. Hearts are not… Continue reading December query
Pushpins
Today I drove by our old house. I do not live there any more. You do though. You and the dog, and the tiny holes left from the push pins I made trying to turn the house to a home. You didn’t notice, it seems, the tiny holes I left or the trying I tried… Continue reading Pushpins
On not being Mary Oliver
I think of her way with wordsthe slow, steady shuffle of her gaitAnd feel here coming towards me the way a loved one would meet you half way down the path.I imagine she wears a well washed shirt, loose pantsand a pair of sandals."Mary" I ask "Does this get any easier?"She does not speak but… Continue reading On not being Mary Oliver
The noticing
Mom and I walked out before dinner. Dad was finishing a meeting in the car. The bookstore we wandered through before heading out to the windy vastness was quiet; smelling like fire and full of summer reads, Christmas gifts, handmade cards ready to be written and sent.Outside there was a jasmine bush that smelled so… Continue reading The noticing
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