In spite of ourselves we’ll end up a-sittin’ on a rainbow Against all odds, honey we’re the big door-prize -John Prine COVID-19 upped the ante on me last night with the death of my most beloved singer-songwriter, John Prine. I knew he had been hospitalized in critical condition, but then…

During a winter break from my kids’ schools, pre-COVID-19 restrictions, our family took a trip to Boston to visit Legoland. Coincidentally, another family from my older son’s class did the same thing, on the same day. …

I once heard the Australian aboriginal walkabout described as a spiritual tool to recognize that everything is the world of spirit, and nothing is mine. Can you imagine if every human had such an insight? For me, anxiety abates just pondering the shift from acquisition, thinking and responsibility to receptivity…

For the past year and a few months, I have been reading the book Facing East From Indian Country by Daniel Richter. I took it from my brother’s bookshelf on a Thanksgiving visit in 2018, and will someday do the right thing and buy him a new copy since I…

An experience of one thousand days Returning home from the woods in early light, my dog lagging behind, I heard a bird call from somewhere above. The sound brought me back to another morning more than 10 years ago, outside a cabin in the San Luis Valley of Colorado. I…

A yoga moment I undertook the task of sheet-changing this afternoon, with my toddler playing nearby. While wrestling the king-sized flannel beast of a fitted sheet, I turned my sights to Angus and we delved into steamrolling each other across the bed to shrieks and giggles. I wound up lying…

A poem for my husband We meet at this small wooden table most Saturday nights. I don’t know its history, only that it was offered by family and sits simply in our home, propped level with shims I wonder where it will end up, in a future house and in…

Crestone, CO. April 21, 2016. The other day my son, 3 years old, pulled out the Candy Land game from its home on a shelf. Thinking he might be ready to play the game “for real”, I prepared myself to teach him the basics. I organized the cards in a…

Crestone, CO. March 17, 2016. I will soon be celebrating my first piece of published writing, in an anthology of “stories that heal”. I wrote about the experience of losing my home, all of my possession and two pets to a wildfire in Boulder, Colorado. Coincidental in timing to the…