Reviews
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Control is a Powerful Delusion
When life has felt out of our control, we remember. We devise ways to make sure it never happens again, that we never have to suffer the fear, or the humiliation, or the pain when life falls apart in some way. Whether it is not understanding what’s going on, being at the mercy of others,…
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Why I Write
The author expresses a love for September’s beauty while reflecting on the struggles of blogging and connection. They acknowledge that genuine, relatable content often resonates more than polished ideas. Despite the challenges, writing has become a natural outlet for self-expression, driven by a desire for connection and authenticity.
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Both Sides Now
But now they only block the sunThey rain and they snow on everyone I’ve looked at clouds from both sides nowFrom up and down and still somehowIt’s cloud illusions I recallI really don’t know clouds at all Imagine every person in a particular world has either a yellow sticker or a green sticker somewhere on…
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The Dance of Parenthood
A misty, foggy August morning. The green of the large backyard trees is tinged with saffron and ochre. Crows, deer, and assorted birds munch and peck at the crabapples hanging from heavy branches or fallen on the wet, cold grass – more meadow than lawn at present. These seasons come where the time to write…
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Wagons West
It’s 6:50 am. I have created a sub sandwich with ham, lettuce, tomatoes, havarti cheese, deli mustard, salt and pepper, and also a scrambled egg, ham and cheese breakfast wrap. The one I wrapped carefully in plastic and set beside a freeze pac, the other – a sheet of paper towel and a duvet of…
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Cover Those You Love
I suppose it is the teacher in me. I have noticed a tendency to be didactic, rather than tell stories. Now, there are stories, real and fictional, that brew in my mind behind the scenes of these posts. And I know the best writing is specific. The more detailed and specific writing is, the more…
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Your Soul’s Calling
A life lesson I have been very late to learn is to trust the thoughts of others less and my own, more. Being exasperatingly naive, I always felt that people in my life had my best interest at heart. Their plans for me, ideas for how I should dress or how I should live, jobs…
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On Sickness
Well, this is a riveting topic! Ha ha. Just a little muse, a wee rant perhaps, on how getting sick has farther-reaching impacts than we might suppose. One of my most stressful experiences was waking the kids on a school morning and realizing one or the other was ill. First, I was concerned for them…
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Story of the Ages
Along the rows of fading tomes and crumbling pages, amid the musty libraries of time, there is a story that recurs. From cool Arabian desert tents to colonnades of Grecian cities, from hamlet fairy tales of the Middle Ages to fields of New World pioneers, the prince or princess disguised as a pauper who rises…
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Spinning Away
Not spinning thread or wool, but like an unknown planet pulled by gravity, spinning out into space. About a year ago I made a video talking about transitions. I sat outside under a summer-green tree, reading little bits from a wonderful book by William Bridges titled Transitions: Making Sense of Life’s Changes. I had recently…
Stories for Humans 