Category: Nonfiction

God has three answers to our prayers, yes, maybe, and I have something better for you. There are many paths up the mountain and just as many ways to come into conscious contact with a Divine Source. Some people believe that we should pray in a certain way, that we should not make personal requests…

I am reminding myself, as temperatures dip way below zero, that winter in the Berkshires is an amazing time of year. The snow coats the trees, icicles shimmer in the sun, and bright red berries create art against a backdrop of snow. Winter is the season to look within, to retreat to a warm cozy…

Snow If I were to place a frame around joy, it would be gold gilt, snow piles, fresh, white and sparkling in the light from the streetlamp. Snow dogs leaping through the powder, noses buried into cold blue gloss. A sigh, a snort, another leap, after fresh rabbit tracks. Now inside beside the fire, ice…

I don’t know if it is the time of year (likely excuse) but I have been acting like a child. I am not a child so this poses a problem. Toys R Us had a commercial, years ago (maybe still) and the jingle went like this: “I don’t want to grow, I’m a Toys R…

As snow settles on the ground in the Berkshires I am reminded that the solstice is right around the corner. Every morning at the same time, after a brief meditation I swing in my hammock chair in front of a picture window and write. Each day when I sit it is a tiny bit darker.…

I just had to jump through hoops to receive a little help from our government. These were not merely ordinary hoops, mind you, they were flame encircled ones. I don’t ask for help often, but it seems that when I do, it tends to come with a price tag. This is just normal human behavior.…

I attempted the drive to school today, but the New England weather forced me back home after twenty minutes of sliding sideways in my little car. My feelings about winter, along with the precipitation are mixed. But right now, nestled under a blanket with a fire blazing and three of my cats curled up at…

Whenever folks ask me what I am going to school for (English – Creative Writing) and what I want to do with that degree (write fiction, young adult) they always follow it up with, “And how are you going to support yourself?” Now I am almost 100% sure that these same folk, when speaking with…