O March, Thou art contrary. Once temperate, twice tempestuous Like Janus, two-faced. Muster thy bluster if thou must, But gift an hour of cerulean calm And I absolve thine inconsistent carriage.  


I remember writing a poem or some short piece of prose on my 19th birthday, and I recall it had a tone of uncertainty about it.  At 19 I had no idea what I would be doing with the rest of my life – vocation, relationships, location…all were a bit of a mystery.  It was … More FORTY ONE


It was cold last night. The kind of bitter inclemency where the frigid arctic air seeps through the cracks, condensing and freezing in geometric patterns on the inside of windows, embellishing them with the appearance of shattered glass. This morning, as the January sun stretched over the horizon, the white-cold hoar frost on naked branches … More January

One of Those Days

It’s summer, and that means the boys are off school for eight glorious laborious weeks. Every year come June, I have wonderful, educational, motivational plans for these weeks.  Workbooks to keep minds fresh, activities to cultivate creativity, book lists printed, and this year, a great big calendar to keep everyone informed about the daily and … More One of Those Days

Before the Bloom

This spring, I planted a vegetable gardenette.  I can’t call it a full-fledged garden because that would certainly be insulting to the real and true gardeners out there, but I did put a few seeds in the dirt and I am happily watching them push through.  I am sowing in expectation of reaping zucchini and spinach and beans … More Before the Bloom


I’ve been thinking about the wind today. Look it up in a thesaurus and you’ll find at least a dozen alternatives, ranging from zephyr to tempest, and every air speed in between. We’ve had an abundance lately – of the wild and gale-force variety – and while living in a landscape littered with wind turbines … More WIND

Mother’s Day

Today has been an abundant day.   A journey through an atlas of emotions, and now that the sun is gone, my heart is stretched. It is Sunday – Mother’s Day – and it began in failure as my desire to worship together with my children at church was outweighed by the slowness of the … More Mother’s Day


How? How did I make it to 40 and still feel a little like I am a mystery unto myself?  Here I am still trying to figure out who I am, what drives me and what I love – not whom I love – as I drift into the other side of years.  As a … More Seeds