what bloomed for me in the shadow of sadness

The lilac are blooming. And they’re taking me back again to a May morning some thirteen years ago when a light went out in my life and the long shadow of sorrow moved in. It was the Thursday before Mother’s Day, 2007. As the first of the sun’s rays broke...

one tiny enormous comment

From the Goya Foods, Inc. Collection National Museum of American History, Archives Center I just returned from the grocery store, to buy a jar of tomato sauce and some rice. The grocery store was out of rice. And toilet paper. And countless other items. I’ve...

celebrating grace: the art of migrating home

Last week at this time I was sipping coffee while looking out across the early morning light glittering off a tributary of the Potomac River. I’d gone east to the land of water and trees to visit again the home of a beloved elder, who offered my spirit sustenance and...

being scared. but doing it anyway.

A few days ago I released to the world my latest creative project. I put it out there not knowing if anyone would be interested. That’s the scariest thing about being an artist: Putting your very soul into something you’ve made and not knowing whether it will be...