October 17, 2025
My dad believed in me. I wanted to be a writer, and he knew I could do it. I wasn’t sure how to get started, so […]
September 7, 2025
“I will always be your Popi and no one else’s. I know you’re a special girl, though, and don’t want Tommy to be sad. If you want to be a good friend, sharing with him would be nice.”
August 2, 2025
After brekkie, I see her bringing the lead towards me and I start cheering, “Yes, yes!”, which Sarah hears as howling. My morning walk is even more exciting than brekkie."
May 2, 2025
I could hear water pounding the surface of the sea and glimpsed out of the hatch to see a waterfall on the shore. The next minute the skipper, Alex, was calling to me. “Do you want to come and wash your hair in the waterfall?”
April 14, 2025
Despite being an old dog, he never seemed to tire of the winter. The more snow, the better. Bobalou’s celebration of each inaugural snowfall taught me to welcome the winter, to appreciate it as a season of renewal, to breathe in that cold, familiar midwestern chill as if it were a regenerative elixir.
April 13, 2025
I am not an artist. I am creative. As the saying goes, I couldn’t draw a stick figure if you paid me. Well, maybe that is an exaggeration, but you get the picture. I started going to group virtual painting classes and liked them. Then I got into the virtual painting classes you join in on from the comfort of your home. This lit a fire in me. It is something to do – a meditative, peaceful learning experience.
March 18, 2025
For me, a Lenten practice isn’t about bondage, rules, or any form of rebellion against the “powers that be.” Lent has become a period of reflection, prayer, and fasting from things that harm instead of help.
November 15, 2024
Our final special issue of 2024 is here – an issue inspired by submissions discussing this challenging topic of domestic violence. Within its pages you’ll find […]
December 21, 2023
Opening scene: close-up on a fireplace. So hyper-real we could almost feel the embers and we could certainly see and hear it crackling. The extreme close-up lingered. We sat watching for several minutes. Evelyn was enraptured.
August 13, 2023
I paced as my mind went back and forth from confident to full of doubt. It was only an hour but felt simultaneously like five minutes and like a year.
February 28, 2023
Again and again, loss has taught me to slow down. To run lightly through this world of impermanence.
January 31, 2023
I don’t have any pre-title adjectives attached to my name. In other words, I haven’t been called brilliant, haven’t been nominated, celebrated, acclaimed, or given a trophy for something.