Today I was thinking about whittling it up, as opposed to whittling it down, which of course is not possible. Once you’ve whittled it down,

May a lift be easy to find, When you’re falling a little behind. May the friends that make you smile, Come visit for a while.

I thought I would be so full of words and moments of clarity, pearls of literary ease and brilliance – but I found myself oddly

Constant forward motion requires a lot of fuel. I’m lowering my anchor for a day or two. I need to just float and absorb the

For seven years I lived in a striking landscape. Mountains shoot from the valley floor. Rivers run as clear as air. I was too afraid

I’m a square peg. Occasionally rectangular. Every so often, a triangle. But…never round – it seems. Regardless of my shape-shifting, my perception was always an

Lilac. It’s a ‘bisexual’ plant that symbolizes love. I didn’t know that. Only that it smells divine and will not last long if you cut

To all enthusiastic students, whose efforts, failures, and victories I applaud. “Don’t be shy with the paint,” my grandmother used to tell me. After so

Kelly Sullivan On the Artistic Road Less-Traveled When it comes to obvious definitions, it’s a challenge to fit Kelly Sullivan into any easily delineated category.

A wrenching chapter, but relatively short in the span of a lifetime I guess. 15 ½ months of angst & guilt, fear & eventual concurrence