Do you ever wake up empty? I mean, do you first think versions of hollow questions like “what’s for breakfast?” or “Do I look fat in that shirt?” You know, questions that trigger, “ugh, another day, blah.” Me too. “Ugh” questions don’t nudge us out of bed like poet Mary Oliver’s, ”What is it you plan… Continue Reading
I followed my young children, turning off lights as they left rooms. It concerned money, I thought, the electric bill, which my husband said saved only a few pennies. Then I concocted another reason— sparing electricity, which I didn’t understand. I didn’t know words like grid. Today I turn off lights when I leave a… Continue Reading
Someone recently asked me, “What do you worry about?” I worry that we will forget to be kind. At the end of his broadcast, Lester Holt urges, “take care of yourselves and each other.” Sometimes I hear it as “take care of eeee chuthur.” Sometimes I laugh. Then I realize that I worry about this… Continue Reading
I sit on gray stones at half-tide on Maine’s stunning rocky coast. Golden rays shine on blue water. The same sun greens the tree-lined shore. I read Mary Oliver’s poem, “Summer Day:” “I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to… Continue Reading
As I drive, I listen to a playlist made for Pride Month. The songs don’t directly tackle harassment, job insecurity, bullying, or equal rights, but the lyrics ring true today, now. I sing along. Judy Garland’s, “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” Cyndi Lauper’s, “True Colors:” “And I’ll see your true colorsShining throughI see your true colorsAnd… Continue Reading
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