While there is still time

I’m not saying we shouldn’t be angry. Anger seems reasonable. But perhaps we will do what I’ve heard the Inuit do— spend the emotion on walk...

Though It Is Tough to Choose It This is the path of failure. We see that our definition of success is what is not working. What is wor...

Relearning The world doesn’t want to be saved. It wants to be loved. That’s how you save it.  ...

Of Strangers And so it is that kindness stays with me, the way the woman in the store smiles at me when she can tell I might start to ...

On the Winter Solstice ...On this longest night, it’s so clear— the truest reason to write at all is to fall ...

Walking Through the Prehistoric Journey Exhibit And again I recall how small we are, how ninety nine percent of all species that have e...

The Thing Is after Ellen Bass To trust life, that is the thing. To trust it even when there are gaping holes in the walls of your cert...

That Winter Evening for Billy Miller When the man pulled my father from the icy waters of Lake Michigan, he did not know years later my st...

In an Hour We Live a Lifetime Walking the world of dry leaves and rickety bridges, there as in old letters, we ...

And even as the countries aim their missiles at each other and dangle threats and hurl names, the woman in the hair salon gives you a dea...

Which one to try first? In the book of spells I do not find the one that helps you forget what you want to forget. There is one for ma...

One Brilliance frost in the dried weeds— sometimes it takes the cold for things to find their shine. Rosemerry T...

I am fascinated by them. On Thin Brown Wings Perhaps not as many days of sun as they might have wanted, perhaps not as much warmth, perhaps...

Our noisy outer world is but a reflection of the noise inside: our incessant need to be occupied, to be doing something. Three Types ...

Out of the Days What does that do to the old blood moving through its channels? Naomi Shihab Nye, 'Fresh' So m...