Abstract and Landscape
It's amazing how such a little thing can pull you out of a funk, and I've been in a deep one for weeks. The recent weeks have been flooded with flu's and funerals and pneumonia, and at a few points I was ready to stop treading water and just sink to the bottom of the… Continue reading Practice Makes Peace
Most days I don't stop. I may stop doing the things I want to do, but, like most people, I tend to forget about the work-life treadmill I'm on until something blows a fuse. Saturday night the entire circuit breaker popped when I returned home from my writing group to hear of the death of… Continue reading Till Death Do Us Part
I often say that my two acts of faith are my garden and my kids. Each is evidence of my somewhat unfounded belief in the likelihood of a better future. One future begins anew each spring; the other is an ongoing, developing promise in the keeping. Once I found any act of faith on… Continue reading Tuning in and Acting Out
It's 3 AM, and outside the wind is howling. Inside my alarm set for 5 AM. I am exhausted but sleep is nowhere in sight. Through my consciousness march words and images of Newtown, CT and worries about a grand bargain happening miles away that will undoubtedly leave those of us on the ground out… Continue reading Three AM
Twenty years ago I was on the receiving end of an armed home invasion at the home of an acquaintance I never should have made. It ended with a group of us lying on the floor, our noses in a smelly mustard and gold shag carpet as we wondered if our assailants were about to… Continue reading The New Normal
My youngest son's first grade teacher, Mr. M., passed away today. It was a life cut short by cancer. For many of these kids it is the first time they have had to face losing a loved one. And he was loved by these kids and by all the other kids whose lives he touched.… Continue reading Heros Never Die
Rachel Barlow Art 