Songs combine the rhythm of musical instruments and the rhythm of words. Songs are a mix. Poetry, on the other hand, and all writing really, is an a capella song. Poetry carries its music through only the instrument of words. I think Leonard Cohen would understand this. He writes poems and sings them. Songwriting adds … More Words and Music
I’ve been spread rather thin lately. Perhaps you could say the same. When I think about it, what I’m doing is bit ridiculous. In no particular order, I have been: trying my best as a mom and a wife running clinical trials to try to find new medicines for kidney patients editing my second book … More The stress of abundance
Certain objects become touchstones of our younger years. Perhaps it’s a small statue or a wall hanging that has come to symbolize childhood for you in some way. I wonder why some objects take on a special meaning and other objects do not carry any particular significance in our memories. The objects that have a … More unintentional touchstones
A journey into darkness and back to the light. The Moon makes it look so easy. My first book of poetry, Moon Full of Moons, has been released by publisher Peaceful Daily, and is now available at the following locations: Amazon Barnes and Noble We are thrilled with the beauty of the result, and even … More Book release: Moon Full of Moons – Poetry of Transformation
My almost-9-year old (!) son Sunboy was moping. “My Pokemon cards are in Daddy’s car, and Daddy isn’t here,” he said. He tried to use this cruel oppression to his advantage. “Ice cream would cheer me up,” he reasoned. I love to nurture my kids. I wrap them in blankets. But pleas of being bored … More making happy, making sad
Four-year old Flowergirl broke the plaster paw print casting that eight-year old Sunboy made at his camp session at the natural history museum. Yesterday he excitedly told us he would be making the paw print, and today he was pretty upset when it broke. “We’ll fix it if we can,” we reassured him. I couldn’t … More Connected
Well, first of all, don’t hide from your happiness. Instead, let the light shine, shine, shine on your happiness and show it to the world for all to see
I traveled recently, and of course I missed my family terribly. These precious people are so many things. They are their own individual manifestations of life. They are touchstones for the love I feel for them. They collaborate with me in the ongoing expression and evolution of our mutual love. When we are apart, they … More The home of my heart
I was the first one to know you, your restlessness interwoven with your capacity for deep sleep. My child, content in your silent swimming… 1) You are a miracle, finally here. Our touch is electric – we are the same skin. I understand your baby-seriousness and your clumsiness. I see myself in you, just as … More eight thoughts for eight-years old (now 9 for 9!)
Does the universe have an end? Does love have an end? Are there loves outside of this one, or does love fold in on itself? Loves are universes, all – my big bangs continue to expand. bieber lady gaga
