A Whole New Way to Knit
September 3, 2019
As a child, I was good at running away from my problems. I was a scaredy cat, and I ran like a rabbit when anything frightened me. Sometimes, I would also hide like a mouse, if the threat was an Read more…
September 2, 2019
summer sleigh bellsa chorus of cricketsin the jasmine night
September 1, 2019
Holding a baby reminds me to be completely present. There’s nothing like a pre-verbal child to pull me back into my body, to remind me to be silently present, and to fill my mind and heart with all the beauty Read more…
August 31, 2019
It’s late August and hot, and I’m already looking forward to summer. This summer has been as light and cheerful as wet cement. Spring and early summer were late, and we never got the long, warm June/July days with the Read more…
August 30, 2019
she wore a hawk at her bosompink feathers in her earsdid she think she was a bird?
August 28, 2019
August started out bad and continued not-so-great. The sheriffs found the body of a not-quite-23-year-old man whose mother has been my friend for 30 years. I watched this young man grow up. My elder children played with his elder brothers, Read more…
August 27, 2019
A lace Faroese shawl that was causing me anxiety suddenly enters the (long yet) home stretch. I fretted that I’d run out of yarn and/or end up with a shawl that was less capacious than I hoped. The yarn shop Read more…
August 26, 2019
I’ve been excavating the Creativity Room closet, finding treasures amidst the heap of papers and boxes in its depths. Old rectangular beeswax crayons call. I take a colored pencil sketch I was doing of my thigh in light and shadow, Read more…
August 25, 2019
Threading the needle is the hardest part. Once I get the needle threaded and the fabric lined up, mending soothes me. The needle pulls through the fabric with a whispery rasping sound. My attention shrinks: the precise place to push Read more…
August 24, 2019
sirens wail the young man channels his grief into his gun bright chatter i wonder what goes on behind that mask i-the-observer one fork on a highway of my soul black outfit he fades into the shadows of his role Read more…
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