At seven a.m. this morning, I switched on my computer to read my email. I checked my bank balance, and...
January. Dark days and long nights. Branches, black against a frozen sky. The swirl of snowflakes on bitter wind. The...
The writer of one of my favorite love poems, A Birthday, was Christina Rossetti ~ a Victorian spinster. What was it about Victorian spinsters that inclined them toward poetry, and a passionate inner life? Truly, they were singing birds! They sang their hearts out despite the cages in which they...
St. Patrick’s Day is coming! Store windows are going green, and it’s not about the environment. Cardboard shamrocks hang in...
A woman emerges from a shell on the beach. Caught up in the bliss of becoming, she spreads her arms...
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