Farrell Mason stepped up to the podium in a “Je t’aime” tee shirt, pantsuit, and warm smile. I’m trying to remember if her long blond…
Sometimes even Mary Oliver has to get a little firm. The Poet With His Face in His Hands You want to cry aloud for your…
It’s a lot to process, when your beloved father-in-law passes less than a week before your book launches. This is the situation Betsy Wills finds…
I wish you cozy time by a fireplace today, book in hand, as the snow falls. You might consider settling in with The Bright Sword by…
At Abe’s Garden, minds fail, and sometimes bodies too. Abe’s Garden is a memory care facility here in Nashville. My mother wanders there now, hugging…
Here’s something to make time for on a cold Sunday morning in late fall, battening down the hatches for winter… Postscript by Seamus Heaney And…
Found on the blacktop this week: beauty, chaos, relationship. Togetherness and pulling apart, coziness, grief, brokenness, comfort, joyful gatherings, estrangement, dancing. Seeking. The wind blows…
A boxwood blooms in my yard this November. Delicate white flowers rise out of its green depths. What wonder is this? On closer examination, it…
I had the chance to travel in Ireland not long ago with one of my young adult daughters and felt both the joy of the…