• Memoir

    Happy Birthday, Edna St. Vincent Mallay

    Edna St. Vincent Mallay, who brought us the candle burning at both ends, was born on February 22nd 1892, a woman before her time. Enchanting, bold, and brilliant, her poetry was described by Thomas Hardy as one of America’s two greatest attractions –  the other was the skyscraper. In the biography, Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Mallay, Nancy…

  • Memoir,  Northern Ireland,  Seamus Heaney,  Themes of childhood,  Van Morrison

    dealing with deleting “cancer”

    It is a confession of sorts. I do not want to write about being diagnosed with cancer, living with cancer, or expecting to die from cancer.  In the beginning, cancer hung from every sentence, anchoring me down to an unfamiliar place, where one could easily get lost, were it not for the kindness of strangers. Like Rhonda, not a stranger…

  • Memoir

    a day of rest

    Day Seven: Celebrating the Ordinary and Bringing it to Rest. It is Labor Day in America, and I have the day off work. It feels like a Sunday, this first Monday of September, so I have more time to catch up with the world. In her Labor Day message, I see White House Secretary Hilda Solis is reminding us that this…

  • Memoir

    planting pink

    Lawn-mowers and leaf-blowers strike up their tune much earlier in the mornings now that summer has arrived in the desert southwest. By the time I left for work on Monday, I noticed, with the same kind of resignation triple-digit temperatures bring every year, that our flower beds were empty, the freshly mown grass less green, and, where just weeks before…