The trip to the desert, our last vacation before our wedding, was my idea, an homage to the end of our twenty-two year engagement. Now we’re back home, and as Chuck finishes downloading photos from Death Valley I climb the spiral stair to his tower office and study...
One summer when I was still a small girl, my father—thin as a crane back then—crouched beside me on a big, flat rock, his arms and knees akimbo. His hand was steady on my shoulder as we watched the American River surge around us. I remember feeling the cold edge of...
Hello my readers… Instead of writing about equity, love and kindness, today I am posting images from trips to Shanghai and Hong Kong. I have no words to share, because you, my like-minded, caring friends already know in your hearts what I would say about the travesty...
Equity in America: An Invitation Part Three of Greet the Light and Widen the Lens In the late 1990’s I studied Judaism, hoping to convert. After a year of discourse, study and reflection, I felt as though I was swimming upstream in a mighty river. I confessed...
"For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life." William Blake Last week seasonal fog trapped dense wildfire smoke, blanketing San Francisco Bay in an eerie deep orange glow. This photo was taken at noon on September 9 and the darkness lasted all day. In...
The travesty of George Floyd’s murder, and the relentless replay of it, tore the top off the blister of 400 years of racism festering in our country. In the weeks following, like many white people, I read books, watched films, and meditated. Each week I hoped to post...
We are in the earliest days of this sea change. Losing heart now is not an option. Yesterday a package arrived from China, elastic I sourced from Etsy months ago. Upon opening the package thirty-one individually sealed, single use surgical masks cascaded out, along...
In the Quai Branly museum in Paris a few years ago this clay totem captured my attention. And now, during isolation, I wonder again at his markings. Are the bands across his eyes a symbol of energy, or of knowing, or of wonder? Maybe worry. He peers out at our modern...