A friend recently shared this poem by Shirley Kaufman (1923-2016). I wrote it into my morning journal, and I have been pondering it every morning since, wanting to understand how it works its magic. “She is more lost to me than ever,” is such a simple, unadorned way to begin. Then—without ever describing the lost […]
So, about a week ago I thought I would write a blogpost inspired by Steven Pressfield, about…pain. I copied Pressfield’s recent post and linked it (see bottom of page), and I added this passage from the painter Grant Wood: “The public does not realize, perhaps, the amount of work that goes into one painting before […]
About the featured image: Every day I walk — I’ve walked at least 5 miles a day for 416 days in a row (yes, I’m a little compulsive) — and every day I snap a photo of something. Sometimes I post the photo at Instagram with #gratitude. I’d like to get more consistent about this, […]
One of my daughters is moving home temporarily, and cleaning out the bottom story of our house — which includes a mother-in-law kitchen we’ve never really used — has necessitated another attempt to reduce the amount of paper I’ve stored in bins and boxes. I threw away a bunch of old literature assignments, and I […]