Hestia
“The worshipped has become
The pilgrim; straining, burning, dying,
For a chance to change
What is written in the stars.”
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The Pendulum
We don’t have the luxury of proclaiming “not MY problem”, “not MY President”, “not MY America”. Like it or not, this is OUR America and the blame for our division lies at all of our feet.
Last Mom Limping
“I had no idea how emotional existing in that “moment” would be. Everything I am was right there with me in that space. I was wrapped up in wondering whether or not I could keep going, if I could keep my promise to myself to cross the finish line…”
Sex, Death, and Disenfranchised Grief
“For some inexplicable reason our culture expects that the elderly experience a different kind of grief. As if age makes the death of a spouse, and that loss of a sexual relationship, expected and therefore somehow “less”. Those widowed are supposed to accept it with grace and wait patiently for their turn to die. Alone.”
Marking Time with a Cricket
“Then a lone cricket starts playing his tune into the dark silence.
It makes me feel wonderfully small and inconsequential to mark time with a cricket…”
On the Lighter Side…Gender Confusion at the Sportsman’s Warehouse
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The “Tipping” Year
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Grave at the Quiet Bend
“The fingers of shadow lengthen
Along the quiet bend
Of the road that runs from East to West
Beside the grave of a friend.”