It’s finally happened. The snow has melted, the flowers have opened, and the earth is alive with the warmth & joy of springtime once again. This is the moment that we’ve been waiting for through the long, cold winter. I kept Roman home from school yesterday so that we could enjoy the glory of the April sunshine. We walked around our favorite neighborhood spots and spent an hour at the…
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My cup runneth over.
Read moreThere have been moments recently where the beauty of life brings me to my knees. Life teaches me — over and over again — that the human heart has a capacity for healing far greater than I could ever imagine. I’ve seen people rise up…
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Spring Forward
Read moreWe’re just a week or so away from daylight savings & spring and I can’t even begin to say what that means to me. But of course, I’m going to try. It means that we’re about to gain an hour of daylight. It means that…
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Hope in the Dark Places
Read more“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger — something better, pushing right back.” —Albert Camus…
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like they’re falling in love with the ground.
Read morethe leaves are all falling / and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground. Thank you all for your lovely comments & emails after my last post. This space is a light to me in the darkness and I am deeply, deeply…
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Poetry: Another Poem About the Heart | Jenn Habel
Read moreAnother Poem About the Heart | Jenn Habel When the floor drops out, as it has now, you cannot hear the squirrel on the wire outside your window, the wheels spinning on the road below. You want only pity and are presented with the unbelievable…
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Poetry Friday: Wait | Galway Kinnell
Read moreWait | Galway Kinnel Wait, for now. Distrust everything, if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now? Personal events will become interesting again. Hair will become interesting. Pain will become interesting. Buds that open out of season…
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Poetry Friday: Antilamentation | Dorianne Laux
Read moreAntilamentation | Dorianne Laux Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read to the end just to find out who killed the cook. Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark, in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication. Not the lover you…
