Last week, as I wrote my PostScript about the challenge of asking, I tipped my head down as my hand scribbled words into my composition notebook.  I didn’t want my writer buddy, who was on a Zoom...

When my morning alarm goes off, I pull myself up to sitting, lean back against my headboard, and grab my phone to begin a meditation. On Sundays, I sometimes first check that my weekly email went...

It’s Tuesday. Tonight, Jane Friedman is speaking at The Mercantile Library, and I made cookies for the event. They’re oatmeal-chocolate chip-pecan, in regular and gluten-free versions. If you’d...

In response to the past few Sundays’ messages, several people have replied, asking, “Are you okay?” I am, but I’m not. No, that’s not right. I’m not, but I am. There’s been another reminder that...

I like words, but I also like images. Sometimes images serve me better. This is something I drew a few years ago: It reminds me that while the seed is in the soil, when it looks like nothing is...

While searching for the right email address to request an extension for my mother's taxes, I stumbled across my Sunday email from March 15, 2020. I had sent it to my CPA and he had written back,...