The poetry of everyday life.

Orange Sweater

In an episode of Big Bang entitled “Itchy Brain Simulation,” Leonard thinks Sheldon is overreacting over an unreturned DVD.  Sheldon feels Leonard doesn’t understand that, for him, unresolved issues are “like an itch in my brain that I can’t scratch.” So Sheldon asks Leonard to wear an itchy sweater until the overdue DVD is taken […]


On my walk this morning, I came across a weeping cedar tree, the tips of its branches at eye level. From every frond there hung a drop of rainwater. Backlit by the rising sun, the branches were aglitter like a jeweler’s showcase. As I stepped closer to observe how tightly each droplet clung to the […]

What I’m Grateful For Today

Swimming to the Surface

Spilled Tears

I’ve been collecting my tears. Tiny bottles with stoppers are next to my bed, on my kitchen counter, in my car’s gear well, and at my art studio. Their contents are somewhat misleading because the stoppers are not airtight, allowing tears to evaporate, leaving an amber residue. But, clearly, I’ve cried most often in bed […]

I Usually Drink My Tea Black

One reliable measure of my day is how much sugar I put in my tea. This morning I filled half my dessert spoon from last night. (That I nibbled on something sweet before bed tells you something about my state of mind then.) Funny, I would have thought I needed more.