ramblings and reclaim

(photo by Taproot Magazine Editor, amanda soule) by now, copies of Taproot’s RECLAIM issue are arriving in mailboxes, independent bookstores, and local health food stores all over the US (hopefully in your area too!)… Continue reading

in gratitude

  have you had your daily epiphanie? i’m thrilled to announce that i’m writing monthly for the new online magazine created by Epiphanie Bags! i shared a bit of gratitude over the thanksgiving… Continue reading

winter wonderland

oh december! it’s a whirlwind, this month. that’s for sure. energy is bustling and holidays bring about their own sense of crazy (both good and chaotic) in addition to families and extended families… Continue reading

giving thanks

every year this holiday rolls around and it brings me pause. i look back to previous thanksgivings of my childhood, the meals of epic proportions and i wonder if (and how) i am… Continue reading


the day started like any other: good mornings, goodbyes, breakfasts, boys to school, mere to work, emails, deadlines and busy business. the afternoon carried on as usual: chores, wood, compost, dinner prep, and… Continue reading

a day in the life

about a week or so into my November Gratitude Project, we had a home day, a mandatory no school no work day for four out of five of us. our days here begin… Continue reading

thoughts from the couch

i remember the first time i saw a scene like this through my camera a year or so ago. i stopped with my nikon and pointed my lens in their general direction. then,… Continue reading

zen and the art of travel

“i travel not to go anywhere, but to go. i travel for travel’s sake. the great affair is to move.” – robert louis stevenson i don’t know much about traveling, or how to… Continue reading

hello october

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables it’s a month of hustling about, getting this and that ready for the great long winter. last… Continue reading


“life’s not fair” was the most common phrase he spoke while frustrated. if parents have mottos, “life’s not fair” was certainly my dads. i’m not sure how my brothers felt about it, but… Continue reading

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    a year ago today we landed in paradise and i sat unblinking on the balcony, staring out at the caribbean blue, and felt life splinter because the phone call i anticipated receiving for eight years had arrived just moments after we landed. your hospice nurse let me know you were ready to leave your earthly body. it felt like a trapeze act, a circus trick, a balancing act of human experience while we found our way together, two adults and three children: sharing a happy family vacation, our private beach wedding ceremony, and celebrating your life as you transitioned to death. life is always equal parts joy and sorrow, but never so much as that week one year ago. i still find you in the ocean waves, mom, and i know i always will. thanks for showing up in unexpected places. this, and a pocket full of seaglass; this is everything. sunshine sunday. as a mother you try to protect them for as long as you can. but media trickles in with the flash of news across a restaurant tv screen and suddenly you're in the middle of conversations about the NRA and government officials and gun laws and honestly honesty honesty. my parents never spoke like this; did they have to? or were they complacent and yes, happily republican, in a time when life felt so very different than how it feels now? or am i just a middle aged mom, a liberal raised by conservatives, an empath woman raising an empath son and fumbling through this razor sharp world? i often don't know what i’m doing. am i being honest? am i being too honest? i’m doing all i can to channel my frustration/sadness/anger towards legislative action and common sense gun laws. i’m just saying, it's a heavy heart when your 7th grader simply doesn't want to go to school because of recent school shootings and he’s able to express his sadness and rage at the office of the president while questioning the state of the union and the illusion of safety in this world he is navigating. @everytown #endgunviolence hello love. happy valentine's day! {homemade love for my love on his birthday} he's the most encouraging, positive, and creatively supportive husband around, so i wanted to make him something special for his 45th year. i drew this and carved it, then held my breath as i inked it and pulled the first print from it. i could.not.wait to give it to him this morning! life intersects and intertwines. weeks become months become years, until you look around one day and wonder if there was ever a time when you did not wake to see their face each morning. happy birthday to my favorite man @artfarmer “we are all a little weird and life’s a little weird and when we find someone who’s weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." thirteen. my boy. the master of expression. the kid who has always marched to his own rhythm. keep being you, baby, i'm so proud to be your mom. thirteen years ago found me kneeling at the banks of the river to channel her energy, to sink my knees into her wet earth after months of flooding rains. to ground myself, to tap into something greater than me, to channel the warrior women who came before me in lineage. to find strength from something, anything, bigger than me, to help guide me through homebirth. today i fall down the rabbit hole of old photos, old lives… and become that mom. the mom that hugs him while saying “20 hours of back labor.” he knows the story of his beginning: the coyotes, the birth tub, the out of body experience and the power of love radiating from the ten pound baby in my arms. today i am that mom that holds the memories, in the hours leading us to 3am. remembering the mud caked to the hem of my skirt and the blood on my thighs. the birth. the babe. the mother. thirteen years in the blink of an eye.
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