November 3rd
Today is the 102nd anniversary of my mother’s birth. Given our stormy history, I have not thought about her very …
Tag Archives: Life Story
To All Who Are Rain-Starved
It’s rainingnot a heavy raincertainly not enough rain But it’s the first rain here in months The scent of it …
Musings on Madness
Me: I am a round peg in the square hole of life. Kyle: Ah, so it’s hereditary! January 2016 I …
Sea Glass Words
looking down the beach at low tidesmall stones strewn along the shoreI think of every word spread out across language …
“New Age, Old Age”, and Older Still
I have been spending a little time going back a re-reading posts from my retired professional blog The Riley School …
Birds of a Feather Read Together
In these times which have brought sadness to so many, and loneliness to so many more, the dark rooms of …
Mosaic Heart Stone
When I lived in California and would drive out the Sonoma Coast to do my ceremonies each month, I would …
Finding Meaning in Trauma, Part One
When I was young, I would see the Shriners in various parades and recognized them for their red fezzes and the myriad …
Landscapes
After I so reluctantly sent Kyle back to Napa from Sedona, the first order of business was to find gainful …
April, 1999
Verde Valley, April, 1999 Sitting on my deck in the sun, my feet up on the railing and my head …
Weaving the Magic Thread 