Reflections

My father was too polite to not accept the donkey standing in front of him. It had been a crisp spring day and he and my brother had...

She never locks the door unless she’s home alone at night. It’s like a point of pride with her. She’s never locked the door – people can...

It was the place I liked to explore most as a young girl: the hay stacks in our big silver barn on Guthrie Rd. Hay bales, fresh from the...

Certainty is such a tough concept. What are we really certain of, ever? Certain of the ground under our feet? Hardly, we live in...

My skin isn’t only skin – it is also translucent dentine scales. My skin is how I breathe and how I wear my color, wet and shimmering in...

Many mothers are not my mother. Many mothers are ordinary, not my mother. My mother is extraordinary. My mother is the culmination of the...

Breathe – take an inhale and then let it out. Repeat. Repeat again. The simple act of breathing – a gift we receive the second we emerge...

The fall in New England is a storied affair – one well documented and rendered by the best authors and artists. So, it won’t come as a...

Love….love…love…what do I know of love? I thought when I was younger that love would be this big thing with a neon sign pointing “Here!...

I have spent my life looking over my shoulder – considering the pain and strife of generations who ventured out before me, alongside...

Grandma, this is living. This is how it goes, full of disappointments and broken hearts; dreams that didn’t quite work out for you. This...

I can see her clearly. Red hair with curls flying about…denim overalls with dirty knees where she stopped to play with the kittens or the...

When I fix on the small details of my grandmother’s hands and fingernails, I can see the rest of her immerge like a genie from a bottle....

Ask me how to shave the ears of a pig after coaxing it to sleep in the warm grassy yard of our farm. Ask me how to train a cow to laydown...