“I prefer catching over fishing.” I’ve heard my husband say this on multiple occasions. He who lives on a lake, and dabbles in the sport....

A poem for wedding week... You’ve taken my water and changed it to wine, Where once I saw duty I glimpse the divine, You’ve taken my old...

And He asks me, like the apostle, To be a manager of the mysteries. Which explains, I suppose, this tension, this desperation. To reach...

What, I wonder, is the real wonder of Christmas? An evening walk holding a favorite mittened hand, scrunch-crunch of hard-packed snow,...

BABY NASH This is something I want to remember. Yesterday’s baby suddenly turned toddler. Chubby fingers curl and unfurl in unmistakable...

Delight. Full-body hug-snuggles from my wooly-coated granddaughter on the evening of my fifty-fourth birthday. Wonder. Cloudy November,...