Coming Home To Myself

What is this strange reunion, this homecoming to someone I did not know I had left? Bittersweet, it’s hard to separate the joy of returning to ... Read more

Night Tears

There is a crying that happens at night that does not come while the light is with us. There are things that cannot be evaded once the sun goes ... Read more

Oatmeal

It's hard not to think of you as I stand at the stove stirring oatmeal looking out over the lake. The morning sun touches the water rippled by the ... Read more

Perpetual Present

I try to memorize him with the soft pads of my fingertips. Closing my eyes and slowly tracing the cheekbone's rise and gleam the moist, fragile ... Read more

The Dance

". . . the question is not, Why are we so infrequently the people we want to be? but rather, Why do we so infrequently want to be the people we really ... Read more

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It ... Read more

The Moment Before

I want to touch the sharp taste of the moment in between the second just before the place where the breath catches in anticipation. It's the ... Read more

Twyla

At her kitchen table sharing tea in the pale morning I ask the widow, "How long were you married?" And she replies, "I am married. Though my ... Read more