From the Cushion

One of the best gifts I ever received was when I was in 4th grade.  It came from my Aunt Faye.  Aunt Faye was my

In the last two days of my Dad’s life, he was in a nursing home. He’d been brought there from the hospital, and we knew

Many years ago, when the world was new, when all the animals and birds were MUCH bigger than they are now, and all had wings,

A confession: I’ve been ignoring my toes. There’s really no sense to it. I don’t ignore my head when it hurts. I don’t ignore my

As I sat sipping my morning coffee, watching the forest wake up, it clicked – curiosity can loosen fear’s grip on one’s self A daddy

Much older than the others I trudge off to school. And yet somehow as a student I become childlike. On the train, some lady zipped

Sipping dark roast black coffee Barred owl perches on felled cedar branch Beautiful being Not bothered by the rain Heart pumping Breast moving Same as

The other day, I was at Suds, our local laundromat that has an insatiable appetite for quarters, in order to wash all our bathroom rugs

I could leave this story right here, and let it be like a one sentence haiku. But I’ll keep on going! The long version of

Most days feel like a full out sprint just to keep up with the very basics of living and, if I’m honest, carving out some

“Please accept my resignation. I don’t care to belong to any club that will accept me as a member.” —Groucho Marx It was a beautiful

There have been several times when I’ve limped up to Orcas Island in the hopes that It might fix things. What things these are I

suspended breathing in fawn nursing roses over the gate breathing out gravity is a hoax am I Let it go nothing separate nothing solid dreamily

A while ago I read an article about a homeless community in Los Angeles that puts on a production of Handel’s Messiah every year at

In the last weeks of my Dad’s life, I would come home on the passenger ferry from a day of being with my Mom and