Mike the plumber was at our house last week, replacing a couple of old hot-water radiators. One morning, I asked him to pause his work and step into our main bathroom. “You smell sewer gas…
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat … Do you remember this folk song about disappointed love? So much hinges…
[NOTE: As I’m still on my writing retreat, I’m reposting content that originally appeared on 2/23/21. If all goes as planned, I’ll be back with a new post next week!] Here I am, on retreat…
See if you can figure out the significance of my title before I finish. * * * The last few weeks, I’ve been living in the closet, producing the audiobook version of Staying Power: Writings…
Are we willing to find room at the Great Table for the entire human family, even for those we’d rather turn away? Are we prepared to make room for one another? This dream suggests an answer.
How do we learn to accept the “Leahs” of our lives rather than causing them to suffer? We might begin by naming who we’re afraid of, exactly.
Last week’s post about my red “I am part of Everybody” coat prompts an amazing response from around the world.
A love story in tough times between a man, a woman, and a clarinet will make you ponder what creative gifts you might draw consolation from.
One secret of gardening: you can’t rush what can’t be rushed. We need to respect our place in the scheme of things, as uncomfortable as that may be.
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