The Taste of Things: The Olympics & The Cross
It began when I was seven years old. Glued to the television on Saturday afternoons I would watch ABC’s Wide World of Sports. My excitement mounted as the broadcaster announced…
It began when I was seven years old. Glued to the television on Saturday afternoons I would watch ABC’s Wide World of Sports. My excitement mounted as the broadcaster announced…
Reflecting on the abundant daisies growing freely on the lawn in their beauty and simplicity, reminds me of the many musings and memories of childhood. We are all familiar with…
There is much to be said for the allure and the beauty of the humble Daisy. For example, in her poem “Two Little Daisies” (The other little daisy wished to…
In a way I feel I have grown up with bears. Ever since early childhood, they have been somewhere in my life. The first time I saw a bear was…
“Have you walked the High Line yet?” This question kept coming back to me and my companion in community when we first found ourselves living in New York City. The…
Beyond the surface of the routine there exists an invitation, a call, a gentle reminder. Join me on a poetic journey where the sun plays the role of a tender…
Not too long ago the local newspaper featured the ongoing saga of a young female Orca stranded in a lagoon on the west coast of Canada. The two year old…
On the evening of that first day of the week, when the doors were locked, where the disciples were… Jesus came and stood in their midst and said to them,…
It is Easter time, and I realize I enjoy Easter days. A sense of “I AM” everywhere, in the middle of the anxieties, the busyness of life, the fast-paced passing…
Pulitzer Prize-winning author Alice Walker recounts a moment in her life when she was 8 years old and one of her brothers shot her in the eye with a BB…