November 25, 2015

open arms, grateful heart

the sun makes the world sparkle this morning

a simple reminder of the beauty that runs through each day

crisp and cold, tiny leaves peaking up through hard earth


we change we grow we turn our face to the sun

grateful for the warmth of it

glad to be alive


wishing you a thanksgiving filled with warmth






November 18, 2015

It’s showtime!


It’s hard to believe that it’s that time of year already…
but the holiday season is upon us!

This weekend we will be at the
45th Annual Holiday Bazaar Arts & Crafts Sale…
if you’re in the area, stop by and say hello!

Rochester Museum & Science Center,
500 University Ave., Rochester, NY 14607

Booth 112
Friday, November 20th • 5 p.m. – 9 p.m.
Saturday, November 21st• 9:30 a.m. – 5 p.m.
Sunday, November 22nd • 11 a.m. – 4 p.m.





November 9, 2015

morning pages

Everything gets lost in the shuffle sometimes, but lately the shuffle has taken over. Writing has gone by the wayside, and I find myself longing for old habits, empty hours, blank pages.

Life keeps getting crazier or I keep getting slower, or a wild combination of both.

My mind races and there are days when I can’t keep up. I walk outside for brief moments to inhale the smell of autumn, a season I’ve missed in the name of busyness.

This morning the smell of frost on the horizon drew me into the yard, hundreds of geese honking herald to the sun, a clear sky marked only by the low-hanging upside-down crescent of moon.

Crisp is the color and bird is the song. Survival is the vein that runs ‘neath my feet.

Leaves crackle and I think again how I must find time for raking.

The bluejay calls his warning and another day begins.





November 4, 2015

mixed-up holiday confusion

Christmas colors in one corner of my garden.

But I’m not even ready to think about it, even if the retail world is.

I’ve only just started to think about Thanksgiving.

Pumpkins and autumn and squash and gratitude.

Family and friends and togetherness.

A simple gathering of love.

Orange and brown and spice and wheat.

Time to cook and talk and appreciate

each other, life, blessings.

I’m keeping November right there, where it belongs.





November 2, 2015

tiny pumpkins and big trees

november skies and leaves in flight

life that swirls and words that wait

this dance i do through autumn’s gate




October 28, 2015

on late bloomers and october moons

Mostly, I forgot to look at my garden this month. Well, it wasn’t so much that I forgot, it was more that my nose was chained to the grindstone, and looking up wasn’t always an option. But the monkshood, planted right outside my studio window, has stood by me all month, shining in my favorite color, against a backdrop of gone-the-perfect-shade-of-orange hydrangea leaves.

The perfect slice of autumn—framed where I can’t possibly miss it.

Last night, the almost-full October moon went dancing through a shroud of cloud, and in my heart, I danced along with it. During busy days like these, sometimes the only time I spend outside is when I take the dog out, or walk to the road to get the mail. I hang onto those moments, breathing in the air that smells like my favorite season, crisp frost atop loamy leaves, smoky nights and apple-cheeked days.

The tall grasses I’d planned to cut down are still standing, mocking me with waves of pleasure in the wind. Oh well. Another year, perhaps. They’re still here, I’m still here and it’s raining again.

But look at that color, that life, that moon.

These cycles that keeps my life on track even when they become rote, even when I forget to notice.

This monkshood that waits for me every year, standing quietly by my side all summer, holding the garden’s last gift.

I am grateful, old friend, I am grateful.





October 26, 2015



shoulder to shoulder with light and bloom and living

holding each other up in the vase of existence

smiling at the sun


wishing you a week filled with support





October 16, 2015

october gold


of the make your own sunshine variety


stories that whisper in my ear, impatient to be told


these last flowers, ever hopeful.


i give them water and a wait for change


every day something ends

something begins





October 7, 2015

new math, common core,
it all adds up to love

twenty years ago today


we became a family



we’ve grown and matured

added to our numbers

celebrated marriage and

new life


our love has multiplied

far beyond each passing



you are my heart


happy anniversary

to my husband

my love

my family





October 5, 2015

of leaves and moons and living room


in my tiny house beneath a big sky

a sunday night that feels like monday

exhausted by a week of work and emotion

i stare up at white ceiling

searching for stars


leaves fall and moon rises

as the sky

howls with change







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