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This word became too frequently uttered in my house over the last year, as I tried to decipher Paul’s mumbling from the other room.  Last summer I strained to hear the frogs he swore were just down the hill from us, and then, this winter the owls started hooting from under their wing. Finally, I tucked my pride under my own wing and went to get a hearing test. Continue reading

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Before It’s Too Late…

sap bucketsWhen temperatures rise above freezing during the day but still drop below at night, trees in the northeast take this as a signal to wake from their long winter sleep. Sap rises, coursing up through their trunks. For those of us so inclined, we insert taps in the trunks from which to hang buckets. Commercial operations use vacuum tubing, but on our farm we still do it the old fashioned way. Here’s why: Continue reading

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One Year Since My Father’s Death

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March 20, 2018: I could barely stand to write the date of my father’s death (or Yartzeit, as I like to say from Hebrew). The first day of spring will forever be entwined with his passing; the same as day and night, cold and hot, dark and light. Continue reading

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Loving The Snow

image1If you live in the northeast you might have had enough snow by now. But yesterday morning it was so beautiful I just had to write about it. Continue reading

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Advice From My Mother

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I’ve had a lot of time to think this past week while lying around recovering from pneumonia. Most of the time my mind has been blank, but as I regained strength I began to think of how to better take care of myself so I don’t get sick so often. This got me wondering about things my mother told me that could be helpful. Surprisingly, the list came easily:
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Stay Open To It All!

image1The title of this blog borrows from a poem in Space Between called “The Way.” It turns out to be good advice, especially when traveling.
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It’s Here

I am delighted to announce that my new poetry book, Space Between, is now available!

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You can find it at the following vendors today, with Amazon distribution coming soon. Continue reading

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The Thread of Poetry in the Span of Life: Announcing ‘Space Between’

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I’m happy to share some exciting news!   Continue reading

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Revisiting Beauty

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A friend recently gave me John O’Donohue’s book, Beauty, and it helped explain why beauty is so important to me. If you have read my memoir, perhaps you recall the last paragraph about beauty: “We can own a photograph, or the land that forms its backdrop, but ultimately beauty owns us. It is us, in all our shapes and colors, in our various moods, in every season of our lives. We are beauty, and each of us belongs.” I have often wondered why I ended the book that way. When I opened O’Donohue’s, Beauty, I understood. Continue reading

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Rescue

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Nature has been on the rampage lately. Wildfires, earthquakes, and hurricanes have
kept the weather in the news and prayers in our hearts. Thankfully, all the people I
know in Florida have survived unscathed.

Here’s what I wrote a few days ago after my morning ritual of meditation in the hot
tub:

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