
A Real Mother
It’s not conception, not pregnancy, not nursing, not even wiping snotty little noses. After all, dogs and cats give birth Continue reading
It’s not conception, not pregnancy, not nursing, not even wiping snotty little noses. After all, dogs and cats give birth Continue reading
Odd beads, too long and twisted to be a hippie’s necklace. I hold them softly between thumb and forefinger. Not Continue reading
I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading
Northern Minnesota It’s not quite dawn as I write. Even here in the main room, inside the thick log walls, Continue reading
It’s never as fun as in Peter Pan. It’s murder—A public execution. Peter Pan flew, but I don’t know how. Continue reading
Here’s a meditation or prayer for the next few days: We hold a vision of light that shines brighter than Continue reading
When I’m not singing in the choir, I like to sit right over there. In years past Barb R. usually Continue reading
Christmas comes as the darkness grows. Easter comes after the darkness is complete. At Christmas, we light candles in the Continue reading