When all that’s here is change

I am completely aware that the only constant in life is change, but this time, it’s staring me in the face. The lake is different. The sky is different. The owl hooting was even from a different place in the woods.

Read More

Out / In New York City

I think I like it how it is – a few weeks in the city, a few weeks in New England. 

Read More

Sometimes there’s dark in the light

I can slow down. I can miss my friends who aren’t here. I can notice how slippery it feels to let go of control of handling my mother’s care. I can accept that things are changing swiftly enough. I can breathe.

Read More

When trees pour like water

I walked up a street lined with gingko. I noticed their undulating trunks. The sidewalk rippled where the trunks pushed outward. This stump was a gap in the canopy. 

Read More