A litany for Gay.

I have written before about a weekend at the farm, my friend Gay's family place – magic, it is – in North Carolina. A weekend during which the rains of a hurricane bore down upon us, making me lie awake in my tiny twin bed wondering if the lake would...

Say “I love your hair”

A marvelous woman named Trudy from Canada came to our first Life is a Verb retreat last September. I loved her immediately. It is on her blog that I found this poem today. It spoke to me of what we don't say. And of the words we clumsily choose to approximate what...