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My mother helped make me an artist because she taught me to see as one struck by wonder. Through her eyes, I first treasured thistle's down and oak's curved limb, leaf's shadow and bird's wing, the shapes of clouds and the kind of smiles made only with eyes. My mother...
Neither Abby nor I feel good, but summer’s winding down, and we’ve set this day aside for shopping. Time to hit the “cool” stores and try on some “cool” clothes in order to be “cool” during that first week of school. Time to watch mother and daughter do battle...
I hadn’t left the house in three days. My kids morphed into independence overnight and what I was cooking for dinner became the highlight of my week. When writing turned into a meaningless task, I knew I was in trouble. In Julia Cameron’s words I had “overfished (my)...
Dear Heavy Heart, I know you. I know your dark dread that rests heavy like a black cauldron full of the stew of worry, troubles, and bad news. Listen, I know of medicine for a heart like yours. I know relief from that anxious dread, those clouds of gray skies and...
Dear God, There is a way in which I sometimes I felt a sense of belonging....
My parents moved from the Detroit area to buy four small rustic cabins on a...
Every year for Christmas, she'd give us roughly the same thing. My sister and...
It's been one of those weeks. You've had them, right? Times of hard...
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