Anxiety. Dread. Terror. Repulsion. The cicadas are coming for my face – soon – and I am not okay. My friend Google and the fearless Margaret Atwood offered some advice this week. Here are five suggestions and strategies, in case…
My father’s spirit left his body in a darkened room six weeks ago. On the wings of his last breath, it ascended – a small cloud of color and energy. Believing, disbelieving – that is what my eyes saw….
Snowballs float, field balm prays, Crow’s bane smiles, tulips fray (in my half-wild yard). A springtime poem by James Wright made me all joyful inside and I hope you’ll love it too… A Blessing by James Wright Just off the…