Other Writings

The Day Before

Today has been a tear-filled day for me. I have plenty of practice with boundaries to protect my acutely empathic soul at this point, but at times like these, when the swirling energy is so intense and pooling, here and now, as threads of past and present and all possible futures meet, there is no… Continue reading

Summer Snapshot

My two boys fully dressed for the first time in days maybe weeks walked with me I held the dog pulling pawing as they ran ahead High socks and bright shoes so rare in summer kicking up dust They stopped erratically breathless from racing celebrating the green the rocks the occasional scat Much like the… Continue reading

A Late Walk

When you’re out on that final walk with the dog later than you should be at the tail end of dusk. Drops begin to fall. Sparse and then less so. And you close your eyes for a moment as that same dog leads you with his regular series of hurried steps and pauses and the… Continue reading

That Mist

That mist encountered on a spring evening just after rains trapped the warmth that chose to flow the mist that draws out those heady scents of green and earth that drapes flimsy-like loose woven linen angled gently across forest ground cover a gnarled tree looping itself out like a leg from under the covers on… Continue reading

A Day in Vermont

Morning whirlwind. 
 Cider bottling. 
 History sharing. 
Jerry-rigging. Tentatively 
through dreams 
that have settled 
in the cracks of life. 
 Feeling them overflow 
 a little. Future ferments. T-shirts wet 
 from bottle rinsing. Dried cider in hair – 
on skin – 
remnants of 
rogue sprays 
as the filter 
 made trouble. Fresh… Continue reading

Open Heart

Kissed by sunbeams, breeze freed droplets offering playful surprises against my skin, head full of summer smells, and the wind so solidly at my back while running up that daunting hill heading towards home on Barrows Rd this morning that I laughed, breathlessly, out loud… Sometimes, asking for help from something greater than ourselves is… Continue reading

Poetry Challenge – Egg Balancing

A friend posed the following challenge: Write a poem about your experience balancing an egg on the equinox… Wet heavy snow A cocoon for her upturned egg She’d paused momentarily considering balancing it in a pot settling the yolk on the bottom hardboiled But snow on the Vernal Equinox was enough to keep it perched… Continue reading

An Essay Contest

There is something undeniably fanciful about a contest whose winner will inherit an historic Maine Inn, yet I couldn’t help but sit with the idea for awhile. Since, in the end, I landed firmly in the camp of preferring to weave the challenge into a story over actually being responsible for such an endeavor, the following… Continue reading

On Forgetting

A 20 minute freewriting exercise inspired by the phrase, “I don’t remember.” It happens less when I’m well rested. When stress levels are lower and the focus is happy. That pesky nagging that, “I don’t remember.” As someone who lives much of her life in her head, writing as I do, quietly pondering as I… Continue reading