I don’t know why, but lately my eyes and my heart have been restless. The old haunts that used to be such good places for snapping photos and dreaming?  The woods?  The river?  The mountain trails I love?  Now they feel worn-out, matted down.  Tracked over by too many footprints.   Maybe it’s all the […]

A gift to the current Me, from the girl I was last Fall …

Every once in awhile, this magical thing happens to me. I’ll be plowing through my day, hurried and tense, when suddenly I’ll stumble over a little loveliness, left behind by my past self. It’s like a gift, really:  the rose petal pressed between two pages.  The poem scribbled on a cocktail napkin, tucked in my coat […]


Come in, Love,and shake the rainfrom your shoulders. Come —let the storm lash the panes of the windows,the thunder rattle the bones of the house.Here we’ll make Quiet the way some peoplemake Love. (I’ll tell you a secret:Sometimes they’re one & the same.) Let’s not talk of the worldoutside the door —the storm has snappedthe wires to this place,and no outside […]


Here’s the thing about me:  I love books.   And also, I love people.   I guess that’s why I love used books so much. I love books that are worn by many fingers; paper creased and rainspotted and written on.  Feathers and leaves tucked between pages.  Startlingly personal inscriptions, penned into the flyleaf in watery lavender ink. […]