Quiet mornings are a gift, especially when one lives near a metropolis. What time of day speaks to you?Read More
Standing at her graveside, the elder told the story, in native Anishinaabe tongue, of how the world began. We didn’t know a single word yet understood we were in that place where death and birth meet.Read More
We get to choose the words and behaviors we use to cope when devastation finds us. In this piece, using the found poem poetic form, words from an article on a life well lived are remastered to convey the starkness many people experience.Read More
Connecting color to our thoughts can bring a memory, an emotion or imagery to life. This poem is written from the power of color and how we might imagine where our loved ones go when they’ve left us here.Read More
My daughter, Lena, experienced a near fatal health crisis about six months before she walked on. Contrasting her thoughts before and after that hospitalization, her words bring clarity to the thin veil between life and death.