by mary1988 | Jan 17, 2013 | 2013
Legs fully extended, scraggly tail parallel to the earth, the lean body of a coyote races down the darkened street in front of me. His speed is both terrifying and inspiring, a figure of movement and grace. Intent on some unseen prey, he does not see me in the shadows...
by mary1988 | Jan 14, 2013 | 2013
I find it difficult to listen to the needs of the heart during the day. All the chattering of the mind. All the clutter of to-do lists. All the weight of responsibility. But dawn . . . well that is a very different story . . .A brush of light the size of a thimble is...
by mary1988 | Dec 28, 2012 | 2012
When I reflect on 2012, I want to remember peering through the lens of a camera and falling in love with Ireland; holding hands with Rubin in the cockpit of our sailboat, listening to the calls of loons echoing across the Canadian waters of the North Channel;...
by mary1988 | Dec 10, 2012 | 2012
My prayers fly across the dry desert wash, soaring up the ragged tops of the Catalina Mountains until finally touching the pink whisper of dawn. I pray to the spirits of all the great women who have gone before me that they might provide me insight, compassion,...
by mary1988 | Nov 11, 2012 | 2012
A man died Sunday morning, October 7, 2012. He was a man of many names. Harry. Honey. Dad. Grandpa. Thomas. Professor. Coach. Even Mr. VIP. But to me, he will always be “my dad.” In a sixty year relationship, it is a relatively new name defining my relationship with...
