Adolescence
On Friday morning, I walked the labyrinth at Whidbey Institute in celebration of my friend Evan’s thirteenth birthday. As I circled inward, an old song began to play in my mind. It…
The Fullness of Nothing
Living in a one room house has some extra challenges. Like when it’s time to repaint. There is no second room to live in while the job is getting done.…
Room to Move
I don’t remember the exact conversation, but I do remember this one line from Kelly, my writing buddy: A person needs to have ease in their life. I remember feeling…
Priming the Pump
I write like opening a window like listening to the wind pulling the chariot of the sun above the horizon I write like surfing a wave like skimming the surface…
Starting Out in the Evening
This year is one of my “decade” years — I’ll be turning 60 in September. Actually, I find it hard to believe. Is it possible that so many years have…
Under Starlit Skies
When I wake in the morning, the first thing I do is walk up to the studio, which is also my workplace, and turn on the heat. It is an act…
Higher Learning
I consider myself a lifelong learner, a trait I inherited from my father who was a voracious knowledge seeker. Although I dropped out of college after my third year, I…
Inspiration
The robins were singing their rain song this morning. Though I knew it meant a change in the weather, my spirits lifted at the sound. Spring is happening. New beginnings.…
Stella Sunday Afternoons 