Twenty four years ago today, I was two years old and was moving into a new home with my family in Brooklyn, New York. August eighth comes again; this time, I’m living elsewhere (in a small town in Massachusetts), contemplating the meaning of a childhood home, feeling both distant from and near to the child…… Continue reading August 8, 1988: Coming Home
May November bring you a wonderful new start, a time to realize what is most valuable in your life; wild, pleasant dreams, joy and comfort throughout any suffering, a creative awakening to make consistent progress in projects, and unending love. Bye bye, October! 🙂
I am writing this from windy, rainy, but lovely Vermont where I am having my honeymoon. The wedding (Saturday) went really well–my husband, Dan, is still working on the pictures. There are so many!When I think back, I remember trickling water and a peaceful lily pond, smiles and tears, delicious food, laughter, holding hands, kisses,…… Continue reading Honeymoon: Mountains, Evergreens, and Rain!
Sometime last year, I took home a library book and when I sat down to read it, flipped open the cover, out fell a worn prayer card. I had never found anything tucked inside a library book except for the little stamped cards that tell when the book is due, so this was a nice…… Continue reading Surprise Discoveries
What surprised me about my walk this afternoon was the amount of litter I came across when I was paying attention to it. I saw a floss pick, a navy blue wool scarf and a turquoise blue shirt on the ground, and a white plastic bag hanging from a bare tree branch; graffiti on the…… Continue reading An End of Winter Walk in Brooklyn