by Laura Martin This poem was written to those who grieve…. Who knows its places and folds, its invitations and its breaking, its memory and

Observations on life by Marie Noelle Duquette
by Laura Martin This poem was written to those who grieve…. Who knows its places and folds, its invitations and its breaking, its memory and
by Desiree’ Uhrich Mothering God, you give us birth. You birth us into all time and place, even into pandemic, even into a world groaning
Tonight it hits me hard: the losses, the tsunami approaching, the preparation that is less than we need and all that we have. The Zoom
I have carried my journals, in a large Rubbermaid container, for 30 years, through more than 20 moves across city, county, and state lines. They