Happenings at the Garden

  On our way back from China (that's right, we went to China!) I was feeling pressure. My husband and I were away for several days and I had this nagging sense I should (bad word, should) be doing something more, making something happen, for the Park Street Community Garden. After all, I got this... Continue Reading →


Diagnosis (no. 2)

the heart quickens the brain clouds cognition disappointment pursues she sits inside the feelings deep within the tangled mess a space she owns seven days a basket beckons the heart turns pink is fashioned paper reminders of love spills into the woven container each valentine named John, Katie, Alan, Dan Emma, Aiden, Owen, Noah Doris,... Continue Reading →

Illumined (no. 1)

She's under a cloud unknowing, acutely aware its steady rain marks the day with unease. Awake to the hope of something more certain, life beyond her fragile boundaries of skin and sun room sofa is heightened for better or worse. Forever the giver, loving overtures bless and bother and beg the question "Who am I?"... Continue Reading →

Retired, Really?

I suppose my personal profile begs the question. After all, I am an empty-nester, my husband and I recently "down-sized" our home and possessions, and I am blessed to be called Grandma. But I still stop short when someone asks me, "So, are you retired now?" I do understand the reason for the question. People... Continue Reading →

Rip: Turning the Tide?

  Have you heard this guy's story? Rip Esselstyn, award winning triathlete turned firefighter, and now plant eating crusader, was concerned for the physical fitness of his comrades at Engine 2 Firestation in Austin, Texas. When he discovered the leading cause of early deaths among his fellow firefighters was heart disease, Rip embraced a mission... Continue Reading →

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