Hidden Art and The Joy of Relationship
(Hidden somewhere in Rhode Island) There are two art forms that have occupied my mind over the past few years . . . land art and nature...
Acknowledging The Longest Night
(paperwhite narcissus, white pine needles) It seems appropriate that I drove back from a week in Pennsylvania, my father's funeral, and...
Taking My Stories on a Walk
Places. Places hold stories. I find it fascinating that we often do or say things, on a what appears to be a whim, but turn out to reveal in
Allow Me To Introduce MySELF
Photograph by Anna Gallo I admit it. I have most likely caused a genealogical glitch for future generations researching my family tree. I...
There is a Purple Aster Growing in The Burn Pile.
Giving a Voice to Trauma
Places For Our Prayers
I have long been fascinated by the places people call Sacred. Places that are set aside for something. Places to bring and leave prayers....
The Extraordinary Ordinary
I am moving again. It is, if I am counting correctly, move number twenty-six. This time, I am excited to start an adventure in an urban...
Diversity. The obvious has escaped us.
Diversity. For some reason, it has become a charged word. Say it silently and we all go to different places in our minds based on our...
Voices In The Woods... Some Thoughts About Relationships
If you have spent much time in the woods, you may have heard the interesting sounds of trees hitting each other...living, moving,...
Spring Ritual
It was a few weeks early, knowing that snow would most likely come again before spring, but I went ahead and did it anyway. It was time....
