My mother has a goose nesting in a planter at the end of her dock. The goose sits on her eggs through rain and sleet and wind. But the...

The snow has finally melted. The sun came out today and the heavy weight sitting on my chest suddenly lifted. “Spring has come!” the...

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The raw weather has lulled me into hibernation, into self-reflection. It feels like the days are moving sluggishly, that cold has slowed...

It was hard to meditate with Hank lying directly in front of me. I had already folded myself into a cross legged position and started...

I was tired when I arrived at the barn to ride. I had already been running with the dogs, gone to yoga, and I hadn’t slept well. My...

The old dogwood on the edge of my garden looks like a wedding cake in full bloom, its white layers drooping from the weight of flowers....

My son wrote a play for his college thesis, a coming of age story about death and divorce and friendship. He set it against the backdrop...

“I just want it to be over,” my father said to me last week. “I know,” I replied, nodding my head. I sat facing him on his bed, where he...

This sister doesn’t share my blood, although we have shared most everything else since we were teenagers, when she fell in love with my...

I am grateful my teenage daughter talks to me. She didn’t always. She was three before she thought it necessary to use words to express...

I can feel my youngest child slipping away in increments. Her imprint on my daily life is fading, as if her increasing scarcity is...

The temperature dropped last night. When I let the dogs out this morning the cool air on my face surprised me. Charlie lifted her nose...

The slender young Vietnamese woman tugged my hand forward, forcing my gaze back toward her where she was trying to cut my cuticles. I had...

My office smells like something died in it. I had been out of town for a few days and when I walked in the house I almost choked on the...

I rode my horse Tomasa on the grassy path between the fence of one of the back paddocks and a low stonewall that divided the property...

October might be my favorite month.  One of my daughters was born in October, and she is a magical creature out of a Grimm fairy tale.  I...

It’s September and the kids have gone back to school. One is in college on the west coast, one on the east coast, and one is still at...

I haven’t posted since last November, but I have an excuse! I started a memoir in January and I’ve been toiling away at that and sadly...

I can’t plant certain things here.  Connecticut winters are too harsh for the lavender and rosemary and gardenias that I had in my...