I sat on the river rock bank

to watch samaras ride

ripples in the current,

bypassing the opposite shore,

running over flooded banks,

swimming around snags.  

I composed two poems -- or was it three? 

Perfect in meter, complete metaphor,

lyrical quicksilver stream,

whispered to the trees

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As a parent, there are milestones that nearly everyone seems to mark: when your child grew the  first tooth, took the first wobbly steps, spoke the first words. As they grow older, other milestones loom on the horizon for a time, and then fade into the recesses of scrapbooks and memories:… Read full post »

Recently, I decided I needed to make a new creative space for myself.  Although we have ample room in our home, I wanted a space that was my own where I could read, write, and edit my photographs.  My son, now grown and out of the house, no longer needed the… Read full post »

When my son Ben was a toddler, there wasn’t much that his father and I agreed upon, but Santa was one of those things that I was willing to be non-partisan about.   While there were never packages under the tree from Mr. Claus, I never told him that there wasn’t… Read full post »

   The waxy yellow-purple vegetables would sit on the shelf of the fridge for about a week every November.   “Those again?” my siblings and I always complained, pushing them aside to find something edible.  

   “It's not Thanksgiving without ruta… Read full post »

O(range)

 

Y(ellow)

 

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I remember the first time that I saw it happen.

I was about eight, staying home sick with one sort of ailment or another; a fever, a cold, a sore throat. The remedy was always the same: some sort of disgustingly sweet orange syrup that couldn’t hide the metallic taste… Read full post »