Here at the beach, in this place of liminality, of the meeting between consciousness and unconsciousness, between solid ground and mutable water, I stand on a similar threshold.
We all have need and we all have abundance, and the holidays make us aware of both.
How do we survive La Vida without the consolation, the idea of the gold coin?
Encountering despair, grief, and envy--with compassion.
How to be in the moment when expecting guests for Thanksgiving.
What it feels like to be overtaken by illness, and ways to think about the illness.
A poem about the vulnerablity experienced with a lumbar puncture.
I am looking for the woman who saved my life last July 4, on Schooner Ridge beach in Duck, N.C.
Do the facts of our histories determine the truth of our lives.
When painful issues arise in a writing group, how do facilitators react?
The slow process of learning to accept change, loss.
A potter with leukemia leaves a legacy of beauty.
