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Home: Where the Heart Is

Home: Where the Heart Is

  Sometimes a piece of writing finds its way into the world and you begin to notice the path it takes. Some of you know the looong journey I’ve been on—in more ways than one—and that I recently started a Substack called Letters from the Road Home to stay close to the...
Finding Halcyon

Finding Halcyon

A few days inside the life I still can’t believe is mine. I wanted to pack the book for my trip. It’s a hardcover, it didn’t fit in my computer bag. Instead, I packed the prayer in my heart that I’d read from it the morning of my trip. It’s a most beautiful book, lent...
What If Love Was Not Returned?

What If Love Was Not Returned?

— On Holy Saturday restlessness, our human “what ifs,” and the love that chose us anyway. Saturday, I’m sorry to say—it being Holy Saturday and all—was a restless day. It started off okay, I wrote, read, walked—the usual. But by the afternoon I couldn’t sit still. I...
The Arc of Being Loved

The Arc of Being Loved

After a week of wondering if I should start a Substack, like most of my writer friends have done, I ended up in a jumbled mess in my head—and so had my words. I can’t write when my head is jumbled. I realized the remedy to all this is simple: feeling loved. That’s the...
One Small Thing

One Small Thing

Today, sitting with“through this door:wisconsin in poems”,I was reminded how poetry can open our eyes to the small things. I am grateful for the poets, editors, and the space to see—to read, to write—something new…🧡 How is it that wordsso carefully,so soulfully...
Hey There, Charlie Bear

Hey There, Charlie Bear

My son Charlie on the left in 1983. My grandson Charlie on the right in 2026. Yeah you, I’m talking to you! 👩🏻‍🍼 I know! There’s two!  🐻🐻 The most precious baby gift I received when your papa Charlie was born, was a hand-stitched quilt made by his great-grandmother,...
Tater Tots on Tuesdays

Tater Tots on Tuesdays

In memory of Dad. “Taters” was originally posted in February 2015 My dad, Bill, would have been 96 today. This is the first year since he “went home to Jesus,” as he always said, that I forgot it was his birthday. I only remembered because it...

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