The Family Giving Tree

I don’t have an incredibly large collection of childhood memories. What I have intact are small slivers of things that…

How good it tastes

the other day Rob said that cars were a form of time travel. That they serve as this vessel of…

Good Night Fear

It’s give and it’s takeIt’s push and it’s pullIt’s knowing how much to be soft or be still.It’s yearning to…

A poem in August.

Narrowed days and bitter winds,the unforgiving way we begin.The root and the bud and the swell and the birthThe newness,…

a word from the universe

Recently I was confronted with a tale of familiarity. A friend with an opportunity to re-kindle a boomerang love, but…