“Pack this lunchbox,” I heard the voice say. And there, before me was a wicker box, square, woven securely together, deeper than it appeared when I first opened it and peered inside. It never occurred to me that I should be handed any other sort of lunch box – not the metal barn-roofed ones that … Continue reading Out of lunch baskets come memories
For the past six years I have been part of a writers’ group that meets about once every six weeks in the dining room of my condo building. It is place of honest conversation, lots of questions, tears, laughter, applause. It always feels like a sacred space to me. We choose a word, a question … Continue reading Do things happen for a reason?
I have an appreciation for deadlines. I am not an early planner, so I need a looming expiration date to ensure I get stuff done. In my lifetime this has meant staying up all night to finish and deliver a term paper to a professor at 9 a.m. It’s meant rising from bed at … Continue reading Deadlines and lifelines