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Our very life here depends directly on continuous acts of beginning.—John O’Donohue It’s an invitation, an opening,like so many that have been offered,a portal into, yes, the uncharted, but when has there ever been a beginningthat did not require a … Continue reading →

Glittering under the finalsparse rays of a winter day near the end of a year,rising above it all helps change our perspective on the placewe think of as home, as the Nisenan have donefor thousands of years, basking in golden … Continue reading →

Celebrating 2025 and looking to 20266 things you should never wear on a flightDon’t keep it bottled up insidePrenups are having a momentWhy millennials love prenupsLet it rain downLearn how to prune a rose bush in under 3 minutesPrinciplesA bestseller … Continue reading →

I completely understand.I don’t want people knocking on my doortrying to sell me something either. But listen, what I have for youis something that you can’t pay for,even if you wanted to. I have for you a poem of the … Continue reading →

When you paused for a poemit could reshape the dayyou had just been living. —Naomi Shihab Nyefrom “Every day as a wide field, every page” ••• As you move about the place you call home,lines come to you unbidden,snippets of … Continue reading →

The old muscles complain, we all say,but they, as it happens, are amongthe many things that need stretching, especially at the end of a year thathas required our hearts to resistthe urge to contract as we witness such hard-heartedness among … Continue reading →

After weeks of intractable fog,after passing showers that grayed over Christmas with occasional bursts of sunshine beforethe next set of showers oozed in, weather on the move at last, for the moment,not a socked-in shroud of cloud. At last, to … Continue reading →

And so it is Boxing Day,the day after Christmas, andhere comes one of my angels, the little frizzy, red-haired onewith her stubby wings,flitting around at an odd angle, listing to starboard,as if she can’t quite achievea straight line, always tilted … Continue reading →

(In memory of the late, great Nell Lester) Of all the things you gave me as a child—as Girl Scout troop leader, purveyorof my favorite tuna and noodles,oh, and not incidentally, mom to the girlnext door, my first/forever best friend—I … Continue reading →

certainly flits about in pink,wearing an apron, hoveringby a heavenly stove wheresomething smells, well,heavenly. Many of us sat at her tablehappy to eat anythingshe put on a plate, andthat has not changed, evenas the angel hung up her last apron—perhapsthe … Continue reading →