In her poem, “The Journey,” Mary Oliver writes so beautifully of the hero’s leaving home; it is only by doing so that she can one day return home again.
I left my creative heart a long time ago – is it time to come home again? Continue reading
I’m not sure if I actually heard what I think I just heard on the CBC News on Radio Two just now… it sounded like a group of civil rights activists “booed” at some other group (the identity of which I missed) at a rally commemorating the 40-somethingth anniversary of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech… and to top that off, they went off and had a rally of their own.
All of which is to say, if I heard that right, then no one in that civil rights group today was actually LISTENING to the words that Dr. King had to say. Wasn’t the whole idea – I mean the WHOLE idea – of the civil rights movement to bring us together? Continue reading
I went to the Fair the other night, and found myself looking at the experience through the eyes of a writer. Continue reading
A good yet challenging weekend in Seattle. Family time comes with lots of probing questions about my choices of late, without a lot of answers in my back pocket.
Driving home tonight, the words to David Whyte’s poem, “Faith,” run through my head and keep me grounded. Continue reading
I feel a bit like Alice in Wonderland these days. Yes, I know it’s an over-worn analogy, but every time I turn around, there’s another rabbit running by that attracts my attention, and I have to pinch myself because there’s nothing stopping me from following it. Or her. Or him. And so I do. Continue reading
My new boyfriend Jerome took me to dinner last night. Okay, he’s not my boyfriend. And his name’s not Jerome. But I’m a writer, right? I can make that shit up. Continue reading
There is a saying that my mother often repeated to me when I was growing up: “In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.” Continue reading