Solved

Solved   Lost variables in a vortex of unknowns Seeking an answer, a solution Seeking our identity Seeking to be known… What is the value of our unknown? More or less? Equal to, greater than, or less than? We’re looking for our value Hoping to be plugged in Somewhere...

Removing the Grit

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.” ~Michelangelo   He comes in with tools of various kinds. The tools don’t look like the usual types, but they do a similar sort of work as a carpenter or sculptor. Work begins on...

Designed to Work: The Making of Bread and Tea

Her hands form dough, which she rolls into flatbread. She makes tea, every single day, with a sprinkle of cardamom or fennel. That was not always the case. Once, a very long time ago, she was a teacher. And a writer. Once, many years ago, she won an award from a BBC...

The Lesson of Second Place

Second place. In high school, I finished second in my graduating class. And while that may seem like an accomplishment, and I was indeed proud of it– still, it was second place. Not first. In college, I auditioned to be an emcee for a special show. I encouraged...

Removing the Grit

He comes in with tools of various kinds. The tools don’t look like the usual types, but they do a similar sort of work as a carpenter or sculptor. Work begins on the project. Parts are cut off, sections are chiseled. Gradually, a form begins to take shape. If...

for when you feel small

On the surface, the beautiful green woods look like ordinary woods. Yet a hidden danger lurks on the forest floor. Sinkholes. Literally  hundreds of them. One of those sinkholes is where I enter, and traverse underground to see the cave, or at least a part of it. The...

Losing our Imaginations?

My fourth grader told me that much of the conversation around the lunch table has to do with video games. Really?? Is that ALL that 4th grade boys can talk about?  The conversation of a fourth grader really ought to be full of  fourth grade stuff, it ought to be...

Label: Writer

I cherish this time of day… it is evening right now, a gentle breeze is blowing, a few raindrops are falling, the kids are asleep… and I am doing what I love to do, nearly every day, at this time of day— I’m writing. I write about anything and...