2010 The fat belly moon rises between the Petersons’ barn and our woodpile. It is as wide and large as you see in doctored photos, a pale orange. Fat belly…
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When I pulled John Ciardi’s translation of Dante’s The Divine Comedy off the shelf, all kinds of memories rose because the book marked the beginning of my own descent into…
The mountains cut the sky like a butcher’s knife dismembered a lamb. We halted. Moses stopped by the one where he said he saw the bush on fire. The mountain…
“Maybe being comfortable and quiet is a trial in itself,” said my spiritual companion when I expressed how I feel uneasy with how quiet my life is. I wonder when…
Why’d you ride into Jerusalem on the donkey and her foal? We threw cloaks on them both and you hopped on their backs. Everyone knew the prophecy: “Rejoice greatly, O…
Yesterday, December 28 was the Feast of the Holy Innocents where Bethlehem paid a terrible price for the birth of Christ. Here I imagine what it might have been like…
Finally, finally the tears blew out of me into sobbing in the barn, the cats waiting impatiently for me to leave, Morgen quietly munching her hay. The light softening the…
I’d like to wish you all a Merry Christmas. Thank you for sitting with me as I’ve told you my stories this year. The following is what I imagine it…
In a recent newsletter, Jonathan Pageau says, “One of the difficulties in thinking symbolically, and one which will one day make you suffer, I promise you, is the capacity to perceive…
Once I made the appointment with TAILS ,our local spay and neuter clinic, for Mama cat I waited until the day before we had to take her to the clinic…