Seasons of the year are practice. That's what I think. We practice death and resurrection over and over again. The natural world changes to show us that time is in motion. Summer will come. You can't stop it. And winter will follow. But spring follows, too. None of the seasons are permanent. The motion never … Continue reading Seasons
Grief is like a song. Sometimes it's louder, sometimes softer, but the melody is the same.
It's startling to realize, suddenly, how often we strive to understand a situation by limiting it. We plunge in hastily, drawing lines, cutting off examples, offloading data we can't integrate, collapsing tension we can't handle. We hunt for stereotypes to cling to or condemn, until even our encounters with stereotypes become stereotyped. The nature of … Continue reading Life Un-Simplified
Yes, I saw what happened in Charlottesville. No, I am not being silent and failing to stand up for the right. That kind of silence is not one of my choices. I am a white woman married to a black man. My life is a declaration every time I go out in public and the … Continue reading Inaccessible
“Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” That statement is backwards, isn’t it? Don’t we treasure things that are near to our hearts? It’s harder to believe a treasure could be something we have to journey towards. We keep our treasures close, don’t we? It’s paradoxical to imagine moving our hearts toward … Continue reading Paradox
I wondered if I could write a poem using only one word per line. I tried it. Petals Plucked. Cherished. Scattered. Bruised. Rescued. Pressed. Remembered. Could I write a story this way? So much left out. But see how easily your reading imagination fills in the spaces around the words.
Clothes shopping is a hazardous business. [Muttering to self]: "Sneakers. Sneakers. Where are the sneakers? There are some - OH! Shiny silver! Designer! Italian! These are shoes to go with dresses I cannot remotely afford. They should be worn at sunset, in Rome. At that fountain where people make wishes in the Audrey Hepburn movie...was … Continue reading Expected Hazards
The Suitcase is an original. It's a child's-eye view of the human spiritual journey, reduced to the most practical, tangible terms and yet still transcendent and full of light. It's understated, luminously illustrated, and full of significant detail. If I'd read this book as a child, I would have gone straight out to find my … Continue reading The Suitcase, from Jane G. Meyer
In the age of outrage, it's important to know the difference between a marathon and a sprint. This is especially true if you hope to be heard by your fellow human beings, and if you hope to galvanize them to action. Whoever you are, and whatever your cause, you must never forget that for all … Continue reading Beware the Fire Hose
In honor of Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds, I have something to say. Death is part of the story. It's not the end of the story. Sometimes, it's not even the worst part. Carrie died the way we all want to die, if we know what's good for us. Death came to her mid-stride, on … Continue reading For Carrie and Debbie