"If we would rise to life's worst storms, the formation will not begin in the gale, butin the small puddles that splash at our feet when no one is looking."(Songs of Assent, "Buoyancy,"167) When I was in graduate school my husband and I spent a glorious season exploring the pristine "finger lakes" that fill the… Continue reading High Storms
City in New York we lived when I went to Cornell University, from 1988 to 1993.
Wooed By A Baby
Our son made a tempestuous arrival into the world. An emergency c-section at the end of hard labor would have been climactic enough. But Ethan had contracted a life-threatening virus. My new-born was rapidly whisked to a neo-natal intensive care unit an hour away…and I finally caught up with him four days later. But this little… Continue reading Wooed By A Baby
Dusting Off Grace
I think my eyes get cloudy in all the wrong the places. I am working hard to paint my house coordinating colors, to center the pictures I hang on walls, and put my books on the shelves in some kind of coherent order. I'm really quite clear about these things. But grace, a reality as… Continue reading Dusting Off Grace