the duck thief
A year ago a group of beloved friends spirited me away for a lakeside bachelorette weekend. Food, drink, sublime surroundings, and dancing in the kitchen . .… Read More »the duck thief
the inconvenient day
Inconvenience is an invitation into the present moment. Some days I need to be invited repeatedly. The first time I took the laundry into the elevator on… Read More »the inconvenient day
another (brief) lesson in surrender
I have an hour till David comes home with our niece and nephew. An hour to clean up from lunch and water the plants and type the emails… Read More »another (brief) lesson in surrender
fruition
Sometimes events you’ve been waiting for happen all at once. Thursday, May 15th was a day of great fruition. Early in the morning I… Read More »fruition
the intersecting space
When Cora asked me to help with Girls Group, I almost said no. For one thing, I earn money by teaching after-school yoga classes and… Read More »the intersecting space
after the burning
Here’s the guest post I wrote for my friend Catherine’s blog: some of the gifts of this challenging year in Wichita. http://catherineannehawkins.com/hannahs-in-between-guest-post/ Special thanks to… Read More »after the burning
my hands are dying
The luminous Catherine Hawkins was one of my husband David’s childhood friends. Catherine and I became close in the spring of 2012, when I sweet-talked… Read More »my hands are dying
the meditation assignment
Okay already. I’m going to write about meditation. The subject gobbles up a lot of my head-space lately, but I haven’t blogged about it for… Read More »the meditation assignment
on mothers, hungers, and toast
When I get home from the airport, I’m hungry. I make a piece of toast and slather it with coconut oil, the way Mama does… Read More »on mothers, hungers, and toast
walk, linger, love
Vespa came to me in my dreams last night, wanting a walk. She wagged her tail and moaned her emphatic morning song, and off we… Read More »walk, linger, love
wedding dresses and windows
When you find your wedding dress, you want to feel beautiful. You want Yes to bubble up from the depths of your being. You want to… Read More »wedding dresses and windows
meditations on a dented sedan
I cracked the car’s bumper last week. I was pulling out of an unusual spot in our parking garage and hit a railing. The unappetizing… Read More »meditations on a dented sedan
in the game
We play dozens of games when we get together with Joy and the kids. We play Mario in our jammies; we pull out cribbage once… Read More »in the game
stay in tune (and other love advice from children)
Stuart the duck perched atop the valentine David made. I walked into the kitchen this morning to find all three of them (Stuart, the valentine,… Read More »stay in tune (and other love advice from children)
space for sadness
Before I tell you about the gift I gave Laura, I should tell you about the gifts Laura gave me. A hug each time I… Read More »space for sadness
conditions for joy
High time I fess up: my plan for the year failed. I came here with the dream of investing time in my writing: submitting essays,… Read More »conditions for joy
from bulb to blossom
The paperwhites are in full bloom the morning I learn that Grandma has died. Before I turn on my phone and see the message, I… Read More »from bulb to blossom
Wyoming Santa
It started with the Wyoming Santa. A brief, typed note and two gift cards from a postal box in Gillette. We looked at each other… Read More »Wyoming Santa
temporary sojourner
This morning I swung by Walgreens to pick up some photos I ordered. Once they’re in their frames and wrapped, our Christmas gifts will officially… Read More »temporary sojourner
life, death, and faulty brake calipers
The roads were icy Sunday morning. The car fishtailed a few times on the drive to church, so I developed a gentle rhythm. First gear… Read More »life, death, and faulty brake calipers
2013 Thanksgiving newsletter
It’s the second morning of December. True to form, I started a Thanksgiving newsletter before Thanksgiving but didn’t finish it in time. I’ve cherished grand… Read More »2013 Thanksgiving newsletter
Thanksgiving morning
Thanksgiving morning. We wake to a text from Mom, who misses me. Next comes toast in the hotel lobby with David and his dad Mark.… Read More »Thanksgiving morning
the winds of homecoming
Ah, not to be cut off, not through the slightest partition shut out from the law of the stars. The inner — what is it?… Read More »the winds of homecoming
tree roots and laundry
My friend Ralph Eckhardt sent this picture the other day. He wrote, “I had just been thinking about your latest Breathe Deep and praying for… Read More »tree roots and laundry
Wichitastic
It’s a rainy morning in Wichita. Most of the colored leaves in the courtyard below our apartment still cling to their branches. The flags whip… Read More »Wichitastic
groundlessness and tea
Waking up in the morning feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done; maybe the hardest thing anybody has ever done. I might always feel… Read More »groundlessness and tea
while waiting
It started July 26th at 11:30 p.m. on I-40, 3.1 miles from our exit in Brownsville, Tennessee. We were planning what we’d do when we… Read More »while waiting
not yet
Two weeks ago I rode against the wind to teach my second yoga class at Truesdell Middle School. News flash, Toto: sometimes in Kansas, the… Read More »not yet
Hafiz, hula, and surrender
So I’ve been teaching this yoga class. My beloved friend Jennie bequeathed it to me shortly after I met her, which was shortly after we… Read More »Hafiz, hula, and surrender
just so
Ben, Joy, Ally and Jack will be here in less than three hours, but I’m sitting down in my untidy bedroom to write a blog… Read More »just so
skinned knees, fresh cantaloupe, Basic Principles
I haven’t skinned my knee in years, so when I stumbled over the extra-high curb at Mark and Cheryl’s three weeks ago, I knew it… Read More »skinned knees, fresh cantaloupe, Basic Principles
dear Quentin
Dear Quentin, Happy August! I miss your songs and stories. Remember how we used to find luminous, common things on the playground at recess? I… Read More »dear Quentin
Wow! A secret message from your teeth!
A thousand years ago*, in the month of June, Mom came up for my bridal shower. The night she arrived, we sat on my bed… Read More »Wow! A secret message from your teeth!
the Sun and the shower
I woke early Sunday morning, wearied by the ludicrous night visions only a bride-to-be must endure. A shower rinsed off the outermost layer of fretfulness.… Read More »the Sun and the shower
all the colors
Weddings mean flowers, right? I’m sure most summer brides have already ordered their bouquets, but that item is still languishing on my to-do list. My… Read More »all the colors
something to bury
Tuesday morning I found a dead field mouse. It was in the shed where I keep my bike. My breath caught on the sharp edge… Read More »something to bury
70 miles per hour
Driving home from the Grub Street conference last Sunday, I worked my camera with my right hand and the steering wheel with my left. The… Read More »70 miles per hour
the Monday after
Last Monday morning I planned to write about Vespa the dog. While my friends the Worsfolds take their customary April trip, I inhabit their home… Read More »the Monday after
looking back
Looking back, you’ll want to be able to say that you walked in all kinds of weather. You’ll want to know that you caught the… Read More »looking back
in praise of all things sweet
Blessed be the first bite of birthday cake. Hallowed be that moment, long before the gears of memory began to turn, when I learned that… Read More »in praise of all things sweet
the momentous in-between
On my walk to the beach I snap pictures of other people’s yards. Winter and spring coexist right now, and for all my talk… Read More »the momentous in-between
short trip to the compost bucket
After the show, bouquets took over the apartment, preening above my life’s neglected minutia. Delphinium trumpeted above the half-written birthday cards and half-read letters; gerbera… Read More »short trip to the compost bucket
like washing the dishes while singing your heart out
As a kid I used to sing my heart out while I washed the dinner dishes. I’d gaze at my ponytailed reflection in the window… Read More »like washing the dishes while singing your heart out
how do you solve a problem like yourself?
When I signed on to play Maria in The Sound of Music, the decision was a no-brainer. The iconic musical has been dear to my… Read More »how do you solve a problem like yourself?
books were never the point
Driving to Suzanne’s for Book Club took forty-five minutes longer than it should have. I suppose rush hour is as good a time as any… Read More »books were never the point
turning toward the light
I’ve never felt happier to sweep the floor. I’ve put it off for weeks and weeks. Shiny hardwood keeps secrets better than most surfaces, and… Read More »turning toward the light
the definition of darkness
My hips slide out of place for the second week in a row. “It’s been very mild both these times,” says my chiropractor after I… Read More »the definition of darkness
new and not-so-new
On the train home to Boston yesterday I gazed out the window at the new fallen snow. Celebrating my birthday with my family in Philadelphia… Read More »new and not-so-new
if this isn’t nice, i don’t know what is
Lately my heart has felt near to splitting its seams. It’s partly because this is my first Christmas far from my family. It’s also the… Read More »if this isn’t nice, i don’t know what is
the blog entry I planned to write
The blog entry I planned to write today was about my lost earring, the silver flying pig earring that disappeared while we were in Pennsylvania… Read More »the blog entry I planned to write
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