As I was working on a poem today, it struck me that in the English language, there is no active voice for being born. A mother bears her child. And the child is passive in the event. The bearing happens to the child. She is being born. He is born.…
I’m not much of a fan of New Year’s resolutions. They just don’t really fit my calendar. I mean, think about it: each new year starts just a week after Christmas Day, at the end of a two-month-long holiday spree, and (if you live in the northern hemisphere as I…
I keep starting posts about Robin Williams and deleting them. I am having trouble finding the right words. I have not been so moved by the passing of a celebrity since Jim Henson died. Robin Williams was one of the first actors I knew by name. I remember watching Mork…
This post addresses healing after infant and pregnancy loss. It is particularly directed to those who have lost a child, aka “Baby Loss Moms.” * * * The remarkable thing we have is a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our…
Before I considered myself any kind of writer, I was an artist. I remember Mom saying, “Just give her a pad of paper and a pencil, and she’ll be quiet for hours.” Of course, I tended towards “quiet” even without something to do, but still, she was right. I would…