Experiences in adult potty training, a reflection on the little moments that shape us.
Hemp for Employment, a Worker Profile
The hands behind the movement.
The Resurrection of Hemp
Hemp's back, with a twist.
Just Read to Me
Library books. The sound. The smell. Crinkling plastic, shiny pages, inky and metallic. A fading film picture of three sun-baked, knobby-kneed boat kids. Two bright blond, one red-head, 1980’s home-sliced haircuts, generous in the bangs, efficient to keep salty hair out of eyes. Wearing undies and oversized shirts, leaning in transfixed around a weary mom … Continue reading Just Read to Me
Let it Last
This time I came crawling back. Head down, slow approach, looking up shyly for permission. Respectfully I reach out to touch, I understand the distrust. For how many times have I run off to taste some other flavor of myself. For how many times have I bounded back. High on promise, loaded with gifts of … Continue reading Let it Last
Cherry Tree
Visits home, and learning to become a conscious contributor to the places I travel.
Ten-Year Plan, at Nine
“Mmm...I’m not as excited for my birthday as I was last year,” she says seriously. Eight-almost-nine seriousness. Confident and sullen. Maybe she will be more like her aunt after all. God help her... “I don’t want to grow up," she says from her bunkbed, flipping through a picture book. "I wanna stay a kid.” “Ah, … Continue reading Ten-Year Plan, at Nine
To Catch a Unicorn
To All of Us, (millennials perhaps), in search of our ‘unicorn’. Have you heard of the unicorn? It is new to me. Supposedly it is some magical creature that will prance into our lives and whisk us away into a world of love and devotion and happiness. Oh wait, maybe I do know of the … Continue reading To Catch a Unicorn
Dwelling in Ireland
Continued from - "I Am a Writer" And so I was in Europe, my first time, arrived by epic adventure across an ocean, and all I could do was huddle against the damp Irish chill in my father’s down sleeping bag, glued to Caribbean weather reports on the screen of my tiny iPad. I couldn’t … Continue reading Dwelling in Ireland
Newfoundland, Canada
Continued from - "Through the Fog, Provincetown to Newfoundland" We motored into St. John's Harbor among massive tankers and rickety old fishing boats to the biggest town in the Canadian province of Newfoundland. Houses on hills, ships, tall banks and hotels. At 250,000 people, this town boomed when oil boomed, and has since dried up … Continue reading Newfoundland, Canada
