So Many Silences Still Unacknowledged

Last night, I watched Glory. Denzel Washington handsome as always but so young. Morgan Freeman before gray settled like snow in his beard. Matthew Broderick with his unlined face. I had never seen it before, even though I knew of the Massachusetts 54th from the...

My New Office – Haunted and Open

I am sitting in my new office – the walls still the most little girl of all pinks – and everything is expansive, a vista come upon by both intention and whimsy.  This space – this open space where I can spread myself wide to let the words leap long....

On Quilts, Stories, and Redemption

The other day when I was at Dad’s house, I saw the quilt Mom made me laying on the foot of his guest room bed.  I think I must have left it there when I moved over to the farm, and it is right where it needs to be – the soft blues and browns – the...