What a strange and sometimes very difficult thing it is to be a human being. And perhaps no period is more difficult than the time of grief

In this "bleak midwinter" I am worried, feeling the cold, the loss of light and other losses, so I wanted to share a few holiday gifts.

Another song--it could be a modern psalm to the mysterious, the unfathomable, the achingly beautiful unknown. Tender beyond hope.

Never really listened to the words for any Grateful Dead songs. True statement. Never listened to or looked at the words, fool that I was.

I came across an interesting little article the other day that claimed you could make a big difference in your life by changing one word…

A few months ago I had a dream about my dad, who died in 2007. He was talking on the phone with two rather verbally abusive people...

I laughed out loud, in surprise and delight. "You are so right, Jesse!" I said.

I never thought it would happen to me. I know that's trite but there was some secret part of my mind that never believed I would get old.

On the backside of that hill the incessant noise of traffic and construction was buffered out…so we could drink in the silence as well.

Sometimes I slow down enough to tune into a tree, enough--perhaps--to hear the trailing notes of an ancient song.

The "sweet" in this bittersweet experience is made more heartbreakingly beautiful because we know it won't last.

Don't discount those small kindnesses you offer to others. Tiny things can matter as much as big.

If I allow my mind to still, if I let go of my need to control, sometimes I ease into a quiet state where time does not hold me captive.

Some part of me had known I was in denial when I sat on that cold kitchen floor. But I denied my denial.

When others are grateful toward you for what you have done, it makes you want to do more for them. This has the same effect on...

Think of COVID protection as if it were Swiss cheese. Each slice has holes somewhere, but if we are strategic about the placement...

A little odd perhaps, but with the conference approaching I was getting more and more nervous, so I gave it a try.

A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, to be–to be, And oh, to lose. A thing for fools, this, And a holy thing, a holy thing to love.

Today I just want to share a few poems that have touched me over the years.

Lawrence and I share a trait that has always been a gift to us, but has proven to be especially helpful during the pandemic--we are both…