For years, I made soup the way my mom taught me, and it was good. This year, I changed things up, and took it to another level (at least, that’s my story 😊). In my lifetime, I’ve done a lot of things “because that’s the way Mom did it” or “that’s the right way to…
Ambiguity and Liminality
I have come to this space a few times—once when I was in the sanctuary of the library, surreptitiously sipping tea from my thermos because food and drink are “not allowed at this time.” Just say what you mean, I thought, bristling at the signs placed here and there throughout the building. If it’s the…
Crone Compost
There can be something rich about growing older (apart from brand new aches and ailments that pop up without warning). I find agreement with what Richard Rohr says about life in our older years in his book, Falling Upward, “we do not have strong and final opinions about everything, every event, or most people, as much…
Crossroads
I use an app called Day One for journaling and writing poetry. It’s accessible and synced on my MacBook, iPad, and phone so I can jot things down and edit poems whenever and wherever I am. Highly recommend. Recently, I came across this poem I wrote a couple of years ago. I’m not sure what triggered it—likely…
Game Seven (and other trivia)
When I opened the blinds this morning, I gasped. Nature does that sometimes with the brilliant eastern sky. The wonder doesn’t last long, so it’s worth pausing to appreciate, and, as Mary Oliver told us in her poem, “Instructions for Life,” “Pay attention. Be Astonished. Tell about it.” It’s the morning after Halloween, and we…
Walking in Wakamow
It took me three tries to make a cup of coffee this morning. On the first attempt, I didn’t put a cup under the Keurig spout. Made a mess. Cleaned it up. And tried again. The second time, I didn’t put the pod in the machine, so I brewed a beautiful mug of hot water….


