Thinking and Seeing for Better Being
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live? A reflection on the year I would not re-live, but still return to. I would not step back into any year.Not one. But sometimes a year steps back into you. 1981 did that to me—by sliding quietly out of a manila folder in... Continue Reading →
Daily writing promptDo you need time?View all responses Do I Need Time? Only long enough to love what’s before me. I. The Stone That Laughs A century-old wink for the living. There’s a cemetery near our house where the stones tilt as if listening.Most are polished rectangles that do their quiet work—names, dates, a verse... Continue Reading →
What details of your life could you pay more attention to? Three moments, caught before they slipped away — reminders that love and wonder often whisper, not shout.Life moves like weather — quick, familiar, and somehow always surprising.Most days we stand in its wind, meaning to notice, but not quite seeing.Then a photograph, a sound,... Continue Reading →
How do you relax? Rest comes easiest when it is received, not earned. Rest as Surrender Lucy’s pink blanket slipped from her shoulder as the bunny drooped in her hand. She did not plan this nap; she drifted into it. This is the kind of rest that comes when we stop fighting, when the body... Continue Reading →
Daily writing promptWhat’s the one luxury you can’t live without?View all responses Where final exams are marked in chalk and truth lingers in the silence after the bell. An Art Room Parable of Grades, Truth, and the Scent of Soil There was once a boy named Jaleel who swore he always did his work.He said... Continue Reading →
A story to remind myself. This is a true account from a summer morning in 1983 or maybe ’84, told first as it happened, then as a mystic might sing it. It’s not here to argue or persuade. It’s here to mark a moment when the unseen pressed close, and a name carried me through.... Continue Reading →
Feel the thaw. Sense the trap. It starts with a thaw—a late-winter lie that crusts the snow and turns the ground to soup. Have you ever watched someone you love step into a moment that looked safe—only to sink? In our country home, a comma between cornfield and farm, the sledding hill called. Long. Steep.... Continue Reading →
Except When They're on the Roof, Tending the Grill, or Doing Dangerous Things Carefully Spying out the Land What Makes Me Nervous? Henry Enjoying a Summer Moment Not Henry in this moment. Not when he’s lounging in a camping chair—T-shirt, shorts, and bare feet—his head resting on one armrest, knees tucked up, feet gripping the... Continue Reading →
Daily writing promptWhat is your favorite restaurant?View all responses Goats on the Roof and Grace on the Table What a Swedish pancake house, a rain-slick roof, and a sticky apple juice spill taught me about real nourishment Not a chef, not a critic… just forming Back in my twenties, I worked at a Swedish restaurant... Continue Reading →
Daily writing promptWhich aspects do you think makes a person unique?View all responses Making Hall Duty Useful A quiet moment. A moving hallway. A reminder that we are shaped not just by what happens—but by how we see. I was sitting in the hallway at school—hall duty.A job I never trained for in grad school.Teens... Continue Reading →
Forming 2.0 