My first memory is of breath, frustration, and letting go. I am taking a nap with my mother. My head is on her chest, my belly to her belly. I could not have been more than two at that size. I try to match my breathing to her breathing, the rise and fall of my …

Things unsaid Like Marley’s chains, Will wrap and warp Frustration and pain Until you crawl In Ophelia’s bed; Your tell-tale heart Of things unsaid. It is cold in the cafe this morning. I had planned to go to the library, but it’s not open yet, so needed a place to chill for an hour, not …

I have disparate thoughts floating down and piling up like the snow outside my window. Humans have a natural tendency to link things together, to create meaning out of seemingly random events. I suppose it’s a coping mechanism in a world we cannot possibly comprehend. Making connections can shape beauty and form from the frightening …

Decorating my home for Christmas is fun, but putting everything away is even better. By the time the holiday is over, I am feeling overwhelmed with things. The taking down, throwing away, and boxing up makes me feel free. I re-evaluate what is normally on the walls and shelves, often deciding to keep things bare, …

Serenely alone, curled up with a book, and pot of tea. Striding through an office, coffee in hand, firing off comments to co-workers. Would the image be the same if the coffee and tea were switched? Where do we get our stereotypes of coffee and tea drinkers? American media, I suppose. Personality types and what …