Come see the garden,” my new online friend said to me, years ago. We had never met, barely knew each…
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Blessings
What happens when we begin to count them? The day becomes a poem, the list a prayer, life itself a…
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Paperback reflections, thank you, and a free book. . .
I tried, a year ago when my book was published, to see what was ahead. And of course it soon…
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The Shallows
It is August and the goldenrod is in bloom alongside the road. Last night, I lay in bed, windows opened…
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Hand Wash Cold
One thing that happens, when you publish a book, is that dedicated, hard-working editors inevitably seek you out, in the…
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A hand at my back
I walked in off the street, to a yoga class billed as “Sweet Vinyassa.” It’s been a week of new…
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