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On a propitiously spectacular early-summer Sunday, maybe fifty of us, maybe a hundred, most of us White, most of us ...
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She’d been badass once. Had you’d ambled through the New Hampshire woods when oak tree leaves were the size of ...
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[This is an excerpt from my new meta novel, Missing Reels, currently looking for a home:] Egret, she starts to write on ...
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[Here is an excerpt from a memoir I'm working on—Strands.] Grief does not appear solely through tears; it is also ...
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[Since I am both proud of what I am currently working on and, apparently, unable to do more than one ...
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Six stamps left. Loathe to step inside our tiny, neighborhood post office and wanting to support the currently-endangered USPS, we'd ...
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Zoom has become a daily feature in my life, much-needed yet disquieting. Yes, I long for connection with others; I ...
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Almost home from our daily walk, just as we were walking past, we saw a neighbor we didn't know come ...
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[This story centers on someone whose identity I should protect. So will be using the they pronoun.] Yesterday on a walk, ...
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More than forty years ago, when my oldest daughter was in elementary school, we'd lived in Wethersfield, Connecticut's historic district, ...
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I'm not giving up anything this year; I'm taking on something. Something I've been afraid to take on for most ...
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Here I am, once again, "circling Fort Knox with a butter knife trying to figure out how to get in."* ...
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Back in the day when I taught homeless women in greater Boston shelters, one of my students, young and lovely, ...
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[Cuyamaca Rancho State Park, California, after a fire.] When I was working on WellingUp.net, I told its web developers: "You ...
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[This 2007 photograph of an El Salvadoran mural taken by Alison McKeller.] This week I heard a story, a story ...
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Much is being written or vlogged about Greta Gerwig's "Little Women." May I join in? Seated in perfect seats in ...
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One Sunday morning every December, my Quaker meeting shortens its morning worship to put on a fifteen-minute Christmas pageant. Directed ...
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Sometimes I exchange books with a dear friend. Sometimes I'll notice intriguing titles or descriptives in a box of give-aways ...
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What I'm about to write may seem ridiculously obvious. And political—not spiritual. And yet this Ah Hah feels Spirit-given: Yesterday ...
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In order to be very, very careful, I must leave out most of the salient details that would make this ...
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[Set, "King Lear," Actors Shakespeare Project, Chelsea Theatre Works, Chelsea, MA] One of the many reasons my husband and I ...
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We talk about "speaking truth to power"; sometimes using just the right words, even if they're highfalutin', can be enormously ...
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[Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind.] Take it from me, someone who'd stumbled ...
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I have a new mantra these days. And it's powerful. And eerily, mysteriously effective. Here's an example of how it ...
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