Witnessing the Darkness

It's the beginning of January in New Hampshire. The days are short but at their peak they are brilliant. Today it is 3 degrees outside, and the windchill makes it feel like -12 at best. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. this morning to pick up my Grandmother for breakfast and I couldn't even get …

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One Table

In an old farmhouse with slanted floors, low ceilings, ancient brick mantels and secret stairs, five thirty-somethings gathered in a kitchen endearingly piled with it's inhabitants own farm grown vegetables, the sweetest fall carrots you ever tasted and brie baked with lovingly cared for herbs and garlic. We all brought something to share: beer and …

Wild Woman Wakes

I want to be so much more than you praise me to be. No, I AM more than you praise me to be. When Maya said, a woman. Phenomenally. That's what she meant.  A woman. More than what you see.  A woman.  The seed of the world inside me.  A woman.  Who for too long …

About a Bird

  On a blissful morning, when the reflection of the sun pranced across the rivers and seas and the world lay untouched in its purity, unspoiled by the next moment’s deception, a bird was born. The bird knew nothing and therefore everything all at once. With history’s myths yet to close their grip, the bird …