The Journey

​Alongside ice mountainscreated by the fury of wind and wavesthere is a silence that stills the heart’s agonyso that one might noticethe lone eagle glidingoverheadand for that momentbe a child againand fly alongside.

​With my one good hand I type an email to my Republican congressman to thank himfor standing unitedwith the presidentwith Ukrainewith NATOwith all democraciesincluding oursfighting to survivean invasionby a predatorso commonit is has become invisiblelike the PFAS in...

Seven miles apartphones in handsa mother in the flatlandsedging the citydaughter in the forestof the dunesswapping similesto describe evening skieslike the blush of a magnoliawings of a fluttering monarcheggs in the nest of a robin petals of a long-spur violetspray of...

The rumbling, though far in the distance, triggersa quickening of my heart and I grip the paddle, remembering when things did not go well, when I was deceived by the glassy surface of the waterconcealing the perils beneath the swift-flowing river;when I smashed into...

The moon at dawn over western skies. So many things to check off the list, the stuff of life that overwhelms, consumes, depletes. You know what I mean. I have lived my life defined by what I do, but there are moments too powerful to ignore; like the time the full moon...

​Sleeping Bear Dunes Earlier this month, I was looking for inspiration, something to remind me to find the patches of robin-egg blue in a sky often layered with darkness. I remembered a group of women I met two years ago, before COVID, women across religions,...

A red, green and white Christmas embroidery hangsyear-round in her living room. Long, narrow, it spells out a word she says occasionally as we slog through our daily exercise routine;  one written frequently, she tells me, in her journal; a three-letter word to which...

While I am on sabbatical this year taking writing and poetry classes, I thought I'd step briefly into the public domain to share my poem, Jane Tree Corner. Earlier this month, Rubin, my sister, Kath, and I travelled to Albuquerque for the Memorial Service for mother’s...

As the splendor of summer unfolds, I am reminded why Rubin and I moved to Michigan sixteen years ago. Take a few minutes to watch what happens when the lens of my camera accompanies award-winning singer/songwriter Ruth Bloomquist. I hope the combination lifts your...

​I am sharing this very personal poem to honor the poets of Myanmar, individuals who are being shot, burned, and imprisoned for writing their truth in a country whose elected government was ousted by the military earlier this year. May we find other ways to reconcile...

Were it not for her name, we would have missed her.  Tens of thousands of eye-popping tulips, the unfamiliar music of the street organ, the Friesian horses in the field, the replica of the Dutch village, the romantic allure of the red and white bridge, and the winding...