Two weeks ago we said goodbye to one of Ratchet's legs; legs that had run and hiked miles of trails all the way from Astoria, along the coast of the Pacific Northwest, the mountains of the Cascade Biway, the city streets of Portland and Seattle, even right down the center of Extraterrestrial Highway. Those…Read more Lean on Me
resilience
Mortal Garden
Two roads diverged in an Uber wood We took the path Untralleved by A thoughtless daughter and invisible son To meet agents of change For melted rice and revolt A pastoral professor, street prophet, cat woman, stray man and hungry ghost Seeking more than fajitas and reign We, the parched people Do disdain Injured injustice…Read more Mortal Garden
Mental Alchemy
"You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better."- Yann Martel, Life of Pi Once upon a time, our thoughts were made of crap and hay. Hey. Hey. Hey! Now they're solid gold. Ta da! It's not that our grief is…Read more Mental Alchemy
The Good Fight
"Forgive m'lady but you don't get it. You're brought up to think it's all within your grasp. That if you want something enough it will come to you. We're not like that. We don't think our dreams are bound to come true because they almost never do."-Downton Abbey Servant Do not throw in the towel…Read more The Good Fight
Notes
Maybe the blizzard and I had something in common and paradox was part of the plan. I hadn’t considered the possibility I was born in divine Providence, as in the tender loving will and care of someone out there who’s planted seeds of free will and vastly infinite possibilities in each of us, until after…Read more Notes
Signs
Rolling Stone wanted to know why a certain song Dylan wrote was covered by everyone. I knew my answer without reading their explanation. It was the only authentic witness I'd ever given, until I wrote my book. If you know what a witness is, hey. If not, welcome. It's your redemption story, followed by a…Read more Signs
Locus of Control
Trust the ultimate trust fund-Colossians 3:23 My body's a twisted wreck. I couldn't stop the urge to cry when she jabbed her thumb into the protruding discs in my neck. It was the muscle spasms that finally forced my tingling fingers to hit call and make the appointment. Shoulders don't belong under your ears but…Read more Locus of Control
Sunflower
Stand tall No matter What can stalk or break you Whispers at the window sill Still Your back turned towards the wall All for one and never have I been one for Teeth stuck in the paneled wood Dissociated from time And space between rational Thought you were losing your mind The migraine pain like…Read more Sunflower
Homeless
This morning a fellow writer asked an out of the blue question about when I was homeless. What did I eat? Where did I sleep? How did I survive? I, in turn, asked my husband if saying I’ve been homeless is legit. He said stuff like that happens to everybody. Minimization and globalization are survival…Read more Homeless
The Trip of a Lifetime
I hate flying, all that turbulence and being strapped into a ride or die situation with no control over anything. Despite the screaming, shaking, seat kicking, neck spasming, ultimate discomfort of hurtling through space with nothing but jet fuel and some underpaid pilot attempting to defy the laws of gravity; I have this innate yearning…Read more The Trip of a Lifetime
Born in Providence 