Family Friday: A Squirrel’s Balance

Shabbat Shalom! This morning two young squirrels are playing in the cherry blossom tree outside of my window as I think over my week, ahead and behind me. They flick their tails and make noises that sound muffled in their throats, bouncing on the thinner branches and learning how to balance. I see myself in…

Family Friday: A Simple Love

Shabbat Shalom! This week my parents celebrated their 41st wedding anniversary and each day since they have been teasing each other by recalling where they would be on their road trip honeymoon. "Meet you in Colorado Springs," my dad calls out to my mom as he heads to his chiropractor appointment. Their celebration makes me…

Dancing Trees

This is a poem I found in one of my old notebooks. Near as I can tell, I wrote it sometime in college. There isn't too terribly much for me to say about this poem except that in each verse, I see my little inspirations-- from romance songs about dancing in the moonlight, to my…

The Lost Stories

I have more stories and poetry to post here, but today I am thinking about the ones that I haven't held onto-- the stories I let get lost on an old hard drive instead of transferring them to the new one. Most of these stories held at the heart of them a dying friendship, but…

Cowboy/Dancer/Whatever

This week I thought I would share another personal essay from Hollins. We were prompted to write about technology and had to choose between television, computers, and a third option that I don't remember, perhaps our phones. I chose to write about my television at home in Wyoming. Regularly working with footnotes in the history…