I was visiting my sister in New Jersey when I noted two small birdhouses hanging in her backyard. She told me Sav made them for the kids, and I would get to meet him that afternoon. He came over to fix some stepping stones in the yard, my sister introduced us, and I commented on…
A wild dog attacked me when I was eight years old.
It bit me in the belly and scratched my legs as I tried to escape.That moment, almost thirty years ago, birthed within me a fear of dogs.When dogs are off their leashes, I secretly panic.
When people tell me how cute and well-behaved their dogs are…
On my way to church to make ten gallons of chili for a cookoff, Markolee asked to stop at this little library. He didn't find anything he wanted but I found The Inner Voice of Love by Henri J.M. Nouwen. In one of the spiritual imperatives - Give Gratuitously - he wrote, "Often love is…
There is so much to fear,
so much to mourn, and
so many burdens to bear.
Global warming, coronavirus, and political unrest are all great cause for lament.Turn off the lights, wash your hands, vote, and cry if you must-
but then clean your face and lookup.
The birds are busy working:
making babies, singing songs, and telling their stories.
The trees are…
There is no such thing as perfection, they say, but
I wholly disagree - the places I've lived told me otherwise.On the island of my birth and where I spent my early years, I ate Jackfruit, June plums, and bananas ripened by the sun.In Newark, New Jersey, the birds told me it was spring, twenty-five cent…
What I want is poetry -
to live out moments that can be woven into words.
I want to
watch tulips open their lips to the breeze
and behold sunsets that spread like fire across the sky.
I want to be mesmerized by spring's new green
and taste the sweet nectar of summer's fruit.I want to walk barefoot by ocean's…