Dancing with My Mother’s Death
Three months after my husband’s stem cell transplant, he had wispy dark hair and terrific…
Grieving for a Sacred Grove
“Let’s walk the Ravine Trail,” my son Anthony said. This Finger Lakes National Forest trail isn’t far…
Mythology, Nature and Healing: Daphne meets the Green Man
Eight days after my husband's death, I dreamed of the Green Man, a pre-Christian northern European…
Descending into Darkness with Persephone
I watch star-shaped autumn clematis blossoms tremble in the breeze. Honey bees stuff their pollen…
The Memory Game: Sharing Our Secrets and Wounds
“Tell me the first thing you remember,” I asked my boyfriend Vic. I wanted to know everything.…
The Sacred Water of Life: Prayer Walk for Seneca Lake
Women walkers carried the water vessel in a ritual circumambulation of Seneca Lake to bless the water and create…
Persona: How Promoting a Book Created a New Social Self
Last week, I went to REP Studio in Ithaca to record passages from my book…
Bees, Butterflies, and Blessings: Cycles of Nature and Grief
If you've read my blog or visited my Facebook page, you know photography helped with my grieving…
My Lover’s Hands
We stood with three other couples, anchoring our side of the square. They were much…
Do You Trust Your Creative Self?
I walk along a country road with a woman writer, a seven-year-old girl, and a boy…