A Call to Speak, Left by a Podium Facing the River: Day Twenty

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * There’s a place in Salem where the trees lean out over the river, casting crisscrossed shadows that […]

A Little Comfort, Written on Small Stones, Sunk in the River: Day Thirteen

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  I go down to the river where it curls close to Salem Park.  Where it ripples shallow over stones. […]

Dry Erase Marker, on a Mirror in the Women’s Restroom, in a Local Coffeehouse: Day Ten

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  Earlier this week, I wanted to say something to all of us ladies who lean into the bathroom […]