Tag Archives: death

It’s life and death for them today

Fingers in brown sandy soil thinning crowded avenues of carrots.  I used to despair thinning these deep tap roots stretching down past undulating worms.  How could one decide carrot life or death?  How could one presume to kill this one … Continue reading

Posted in August 2018 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 35 Comments

Dance of illumination in the woods

  I sat on the couch this morning watching the mind leap from past to future, yesterday to tomorrow, always spinning a thousand imaginings. Slowly the restless mind settled into the ambiance of the room, the shadows of light dancing … Continue reading

Posted in July 2018 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 34 Comments

Two weddings, a dam, a journal, death and family photos

Last January, just before I quit blogging for ten months, I wrote a post called “The world’s best journal“.  The journal is one of the things that makes me unconditionally happy.  To read back over the years and to remember … Continue reading

Posted in January 2018 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 45 Comments

If I should die before I wake

When I was a little girl, my mom sat on the edge of my bed and taught me this prayer: Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before … Continue reading

Posted in May 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 72 Comments

In memory of Mary who died

This early September afternoon, just after our Michigan schools have opened their doors to laughing and shouting students for another school year, I would like to share a blog post I wrote way back in May, 2009.  Mary was the … Continue reading

Posted in 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 23 Comments

Murder in the north woods

Dear readers, I wrote this post back in early May, but did not publish it.  Was about to delete it, but sent it to a friend just for kicks before scrapping it.  She loved it.  She insisted it was a … Continue reading

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Hope in darkness

The clock ticks 6 a.m. Outside our Little House in the Big Woods the wind howls fiercely.  Father November has thrown a deep cloak of blackness across the breasts of trees and the wood stove sputters in the basement. Barry … Continue reading

Posted in November 2013 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 23 Comments