The Lullaby of Willows

Lately I’ve been distracted. Pulled at.  Parched. The tiny portions I try to put back into my own tank have in no way made up for the amount that’s been spilled out. The now hollowed-out spaces I am trying to fill on my own end up filled only with impatience, and worry, and fear, and with…

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Worry: Do Turkeys Feel Happy?

I drove past them along a country road on my way back from dropping my kids off at school: a group of wild turkeys.  I ascertained most were young males, as I saw many tail feathers spread, strutting around like a bunch of young football players at a high school dance.  It was an overcast…

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Tree of Life

When I was young, and I feel sure many of you can relate to this, time stretched before me in long lazy swathes. Sure, I had chores and homework, but for the most part, my time was mine. I sat, I dreamed. Most of all, I wrote. Everyone has their thing. Writing has always been…

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Freak-Out’s and Trusting

When it really matters, when in life a giant black sinkhole opens up downstream, and you don’t have any paddles to escape, there are essentially two kinds of prayers: Freak-Out’s, and Trusting. How can you tell the difference? The clue is to hear the prayers themselves. Listen to this one: “Oh God oh God oh…

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Wanted: an Unstressed Mom

You should feel bad. You should feel real bad. And so goes the voice in my head. And so, I do. I feel real bad, like an obedient lemming. Obedient to my own brain. And who doesn’t trust their own brain? It’s inside your own skull for crying out loud! Thus reads the script for…

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