Hospital Time

It is shortly after 6:30am as I write this. The view outside the window is of the city, not the the ridge and the often-glorious sunrise I usually greet the day with. Instead I see the lights of a city waking up and two cranes in the construction area next to the hospital. I’ve been

Monday, June 25, 2018 – Soak Time

Over the course of the millennia, all these multitudes of ancestors, generation upon generation, have come down to this moment in time—to give birth to you. There has never been, nor will ever be, another like you. You have been given a tremendous responsibility. You carry the hopes and dreams of all those who have

Sunday, April 29, 2018

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. William Faulkner Home. No matter how much I enjoy time elsewhere, I am always happy—though the word seems inadequate—to return home. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like if we lived in the same small town we grew up in, and our

Monday, April 16, 2018

Spring is made of solid, fourteen-karat gratitude, the reward for the long wait. Every religious tradition from the northern hemisphere honors some form of April hallelujah, for this is the season of exquisite redemption, a slam-bang return to joy after a season of cold second thoughts. Barbara Kingsolver, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle So gradual is the

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

The women of today are the thoughts of their mothers and grandmothers, embodied, and made alive. They are active, capable, determined and bound to win. . . Millions of women, dead and gone, are speaking through us today. Matilda Gage, I finally have enough room in the freezer for bran muffins and oatmeal cookies so