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The delight of not taking notes. Of letting the night run long and letting the moment be the moment, existing entirely unto itself and...

She told me: This is a combination of Dakota and Aanishinabe beadwork designs. See this part? These are two stars, and when they line up...

If you make a wish on the first pussy willow to bud, it will be a warm and glorious summer, and you can run naked as a child through the...

Fast shoes, jeans with stretch, and a dirt road cleared of snow. I ran, as I seem to do, without planning to, dressed in a bright yellow...

I picked up hitchhikers today– my first ever! Three women who were celebrating their vaccinations, all of them nurses, two of them labor...

I walked on a forest road today. I had to turn around and search for it– I had expected to see a wet-but-bare dirt road, forgetting that...

The yellow of my jacket in the woods– the one too impractical for cold weather that, today, could go anywhere. The yellow of the sun...

A charismatic figure was back in the office today, and we all drew closer– to laugh and tease and joke back and forth. It was a quieter...

The sacred circle of women who can hold space. The friend who’s been through it already. The truth that love reaches beyond space and...

Do you know how fast a hedgehog can move when you put her on a basalt stone floor? (Slow at first, as she gets her bearings, sniffing...

If you let it, the universe rolls back to center. You, too, will slide back to yourself, like a marble on an old floor. Letting go of all...

The tincture I made last summer from my grandmother’s transplanted phlox. The immediate and total time travel back to the antique shop...

Shorts! Shorts in March, my darling! The lake rolled to the shore all day without ceasing. I closed my eyes against the sun and thought...

-Jane Addams #Quote

“The daffodils are coming up in my side yard,” she said. “I keep piling more leaves on top of them– it’s too soon!” We’re all daffodils,...

And then be it, and be seen for it. Today I was asked to perform at virtual festival as a “master artist.” And, of course, I am one....

The ease of the day: cupboards full of groceries, pizza in the oven, flickering heat in the gas fireplace, and later, a tiny hedgehog...

A pear, eaten urgently at the kitchen counter. And pistachios of equal green, shelled as if I were afraid of being caught. The too-many...

A sleeping, twitching hedgehog on the belly feels not unlike being pregnant: tiny flutterings of movement, the responding ripple of your...

A secret revealed at last!: We have a hedgehog, and her name is Hippolyta, and Ennis just found out today. She’s a small thing, all...