poetry
A Merry Christmas Gift for You: A Child’s Christmas in Wales
On December 23, 2019 | 4 Comments

  Dear Friends, I wanted to give you something for Christmas. Something free and different. Yes, yes. I know that everything on this website is free (okay, well, if you click the links to my books you’ll see that the books aren’t free). And the Advent readings are certainly free. But they aren’t different. Okay, […]

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It’s Okay to Ask
On February 23, 2017 | 3 Comments

Time spent teaching is never lost. I spent an hour in a 9th grade classroom yesterday. The first time in nearly five years. This was at a public school, Durham School of the Arts downtown. The place where my daughter now spends her days, where my middle son used to spend his. And we’ve lived […]

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Two Questions
On November 2, 2016 | 0 Comments

The text had two questions, the first from the daughter, who is ten: “Are you related to Robert Louis Stevenson?” And the second from the mother, who is old enough to be a mother: “(The Daughter) is reciting her most favorite tomorrow… ‘The Swing.’ I’ve been coaching her to try to recite it without the […]

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Carry-On
On July 20, 2016 | 1 Comments

I feel as if I’ve done a lot of traveling lately. It’s that time of year, right? Summer vacation. We’re gone, we’re here, we’re gone again. Definitely not complaining. I love to travel. But lately it’s got me thinking about how I pack. Like most people (everyone?), I’m guessing I have the normal categories: clothes, […]

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259,000 Miles of Them
On July 15, 2016 | 0 Comments

  We are in New England for the week, staying on a farm in a quiet corner of Rhode Island. It’s beautiful here–because it’s New England, because it’s green and wooded, because it’s about ten degrees cooler than any July at home. Of course we want New England to look as it *should,* and Rhode […]

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Of Poets and Poetry
On September 7, 2013 | 0 Comments

“‘Does anyone ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?’‘Saints and poets, maybe, they do some.’”—Thornton Wilder, Our Town Seamus Heaney died last Friday. He was only 74– a bit young, in my opinion, in this late age, to shuffle off this mortal coil. His death is our loss entirely. I don’t know […]

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Difficult Balance
On April 24, 2013 | 3 Comments

I attended our church’s women’s retreat this weekend. It was a beautiful time: so many women I know– and many others I don’t– gathered to enjoy one another, to learn more about our God, to rest from the pull of our daily lives. I remember going on youth group retreats when I was a teenager. […]

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being to timelessness: new year
On January 4, 2013 | 0 Comments

My children went back to school yesterday. First day of school in the new year, but they are┬ástill wrapping up the first semester. The trees are bare still; the lawn still only two-thirds raked from the fall of leaves and pine needles. The kitchen window still wants washing, and only yesterday I scrubbed last year’s […]

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After the Party
On October 23, 2012 | 0 Comments

It was a whirlwind. It was a weekend that started on a Wednesday. It was my birthday, and the 24th anniversary of our 1st date, and a visit from my parents. It was meals at favorite restaurants, and being sung the Happy Birthday song, and a new coat. It was homemade potato chips with gorgonzola […]

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pond psalm
On September 12, 2012 | 0 Comments

to speak ofthe divine is to draw a circlearound a picture of a pondand swim –Christopher Janke, Psalterium Please follow and like us:0

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