I collect quotes, arbitrary, wildly beautiful pearls of wisdom find me out of the blue almost as if they have been waiting around for me...

The first time it happened I was twenty-three and living in Detroit. I’m at a party. Someone drones on about a Gordon Lightfoot album;...

Nestled beneath the rim of the foothills that slope South to the Sea of Japan, midway between the Guardian Mountains of Hiei and Atago, a...

Next Looking, watching breathlessly For night to green the day, When Next fans out before me And clearly shows my way. When the promise...

When I was a few days shy of the better part of three, I became very ill with the reigning viral malady of the day. Trembling with fever...

In the early years of the 18th century, a great teacher, a Hassidic Master, lived in a small village nestled in the foothills of the...

Several years ago, I was invited to a small, but prosperous mill town in South Carolina to lead a 3-day women's retreat on "The Emerging...

As Thanksgiving approaches here in the Western world, Santas are sighted in fast food restaurants grabbing a quick coffee and menus and...

The Rule was that no one left the table until the meal was done, but the Rule only applied to the children. The women sprang from their...

In the time when women ran the world and the world returned the favor, Mothers of every tribe took the girls who no longer walked in...

When I was a little girl, curls wrestling for dominion with red plastic barrettes that barely contained their sway, I spent every...

I’m walking down the Coast Highway the other day, minding my own business, doing a little window shopping, checking out menus at the...

November 2002: We sat on the floor in a circle, twelve women in a hotel ballroom nestled on the shores of Lake Geneve. It was the kind of...

She was not more than six years old. The early morning dew still glistened on the petals of her life’s rose. She came to the temple at...

It was one of those flawless Southern California days you see in the movies. We’d been living in Los Angeles for two months. Everything,...

As promised. Here it is. The A-ha! that prompted the poem in the last blog. A little drum roll, please. Several years ago, I woke one...

I’ve been going back and forth, trying to decide whether to tell you a really good story about a cosmic retrofit I had a few years back,...

Several weeks after Covid became part of the public conversation I signed up for an online, ongoing discourse with the Irish poet David...