Putting on My Mother’s Face

It’s only 6:45 a.m. You’re early today, looking back at me when I squint in the mirror above the sink, wearing that zippered robe, smearing cold cream on lips to remove your face before you put your face back on.   Remember we had the same sable eyes, until one of mine faded to green—yours… Continue reading Putting on My Mother’s Face

Wish I Didn’t Know Now

“Wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then.” -Bob Seger, Songwriter, “Against the Wind” Our generation once assumed that change was due, the old ways doomed. But now life ends without a boom and barely a whimper—often too soon, and in the algorithm a debt to Mother Earth, from acute neglect.   That… Continue reading Wish I Didn’t Know Now

The Sense of a Tree

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”        William Butler Yeats   How to tune our ears to hear the dialogue between trees, the language underneath the leaves, the hidden roots that grieve and breathe and speak to others living near.   Or sharpen eyes to truly… Continue reading The Sense of a Tree