Dear Jimmy
In May 2025 I was on a solo trip to the mountains, and I found myself quite surprised to be sitting all alone crying over the loss, a year and a half before, of someone I had never met. This poem poured out of me right then and there. I’ve heard writers say that a…
Solstice and Seasons
It’s 5:30 AM. On a Sunday. And I am wide awake. I should get another hour or two of sleep, but I just can’t. It’s been light outside for about an hour, and the sun rose 25 minutes ago. The air is cool, the early morning sunbeams making their way through the trees are warm,…
Lessons From the Porch
Fifty years of habitsAre awfully hard to shake. They served me well for a long, long time, But now some need to break.For as long as I remember,I’ve been chasing the next thing. From school to college to career, Always reaching for the next brass ring.Make task lists, prioritize.Plan and plan again. Up before dawn,…
Always Stop at the Lemonade Stand
Babies have a ripple effect. All life is interconnected, but babies seem to have an outsized influence well before they arrive. Our grandchild’s impending arrival has necessitated the complete rearrangement of rooms in our daughter and son-in-law’s condo, giving the grandparents plenty of opportunities to help. We learned the term “machatunim” from some good friends…
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