New Eyes

It was sometime during the fourth grade that my ten-year-old nose was coerced into cohabitating with a pair of spectacles. At least that’s the year they began showing up in school pictures, little pink cat eyes that made me look perpetually shell-shocked. I hated wearing them, and finally...

The path to quiet

I am a seeker and a questioner. I am a songwriter and a reader of some moderate scale. I live in a town where many make their living on words. I am drawn to those that think and question. I am drawn to those that while they respect and even have a fondness for traditions, they are not bound by...

The Turn Jan17

The Turn

There have been many crossroads in my life. In a lot of way there are crossroads for me everyday. Places where I must choose. I have to turn one way or another. Obviously some choices are bigger than others. It seems like the bigger ones in my life have taken years. Like it’s a big long,...

Welcome to Your Plac...

What if there really was a place at the table for everyone? An equal place…What if we really welcomed everyone who sat? What if we saw worth in everyone who sat here?  What if we valued their opinion or what if we simply just vowed to listen, to hear their story, their life?  What if...

Fear: The other four letter word Jan03

Fear: The other four...

It seems that once fear is introduced into the fabric of our lives, then it always resides there in some fashion. One definition I found of fear is “A distressing emotion aroused by a perceived threat”. Shew, there sure is a lot of room for interpretation with that one. Is there a...