We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. Ra...

Must I? Sigh. I am one of those people who professes to hate Valentine's Day, who rants about how commercial it all is, such bul...

a print that hangs by my bed I'm a good sleeper. I go to bed on the late side, after writing and reading for two to three hours, a...

The white smoke over the Vatican I can only hope, for the sake of my parents, who loved the church so much, that a miracle of divine g...

I was an ugly cry mess this morning driving home after dropping the boys off at school. I was listening to NPR, to a story about one of ...

Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embro...

William Blake I'm not sure how to absorb all the news these days or even attempt to. As I scrolled through it this morning, I could...

I told a good friend today that the line between feeling really, really crappy because of a virus and feeling better is a thin one, and I...

So, I'm finally feeling a bit better. I'm either a giant baby or this virus took hold of my central nervous system and turned me ...

Me, taken by D in 1986 I can never write too much about my friendships -- those with women and the rare ones with men. There is one ma...

my backyard, February 9, 2013, 11:45 AM

I dragged myself out to Pasadena this morning and began the proceedings to formally divest Sophie of her rights as a self-determined ind...

Sophie evidently rode to Trader Joe's on a metro bus with her class: and Henry was inducted into the Junior Honor Society for maki...

What my mother always told me** I went to see Dr. Jin last night and felt a tiny bit better when I went to bed last night, but I'm...