My challenge and aspiration, today, is to maintain a focus on the big picture. I work in higher education, an industry which is having to rapidly adjust its operations. We are scrutinizing every detail of how courses are offered, how students are supported, and how campuses can function. In this, we are not alone; just … Continue reading The big picture
This Mother's Day, 2017, I must add adoptive and foster moms to the beautiful patchwork of motherhood in my world.
Three years ago, I wrote this brief piece as smoke from wildfires surrounded our area. Now in the heart of another fire season, I wanted to share again this reminiscence on a friendlier version of flame. The Good Fire Two brothers sit across a fire pit and talk about their lives. If you saw them … Continue reading The Good Fire – Redux
As we pause today, feeling the weight of history and memory, honoring the terrible losses of 2001, I also hold tight to the memory of that all-too brief moment when the whole world felt united in our humanity, rather than enraged by our differences. This is what all my creative work strives for: stories of … Continue reading The Weight of History and Memory
My annual ritual on Independence Day (July 4 here in the US) is to celebrate independence from something meaningful. Past years I tried spending a day being independent from worry, from judging others, and from clinging to expectations. (For last year's piece on my No Expectations holiday, click here.) As I've been promoting You, Jane … Continue reading Independence Celebrations
I'm using Sacred Road Tattoo's first anniversary as an excuse to recycle this post from August 2010. Congrats to my brother for following his Sacred Road for a whole year now. If you think of life as a journey, maybe it makes sense to say we all walk a sacred road. If the chance to … Continue reading Sacred Road
This is a piece I wrote at a Hugo House class this spring, taught by Cathy Kirkwood, called "Writing the Other." Cabbage, 1934 She stands in her kitchen, near the refrigerator, as far from the sink full of dirty dishes as she can get. It does not help that there is a small window above … Continue reading Cabbage, 1934