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Photo Credit: Will Stewart Recently, I awoke to a Canadian goose on our lawn. Just one. Pacing our pale pebbly driveway. Often stopping, often stooping, she would circle small things I could not see from the window. She didn’t pace…
The Wound
Photo Credit alliegoodrich.com Today I am 3 weeks post radical surgery to remove a malignant sinonasal tumor that had attached itself to a part of my brain as well as my orbit area. The day of surgery, my husband and…
The Waiting
photo by alliegoodrich.com At some point or another we will find ourselves waiting. Waiting for a call to connect, test results to come in, a coffee pot to complete its brew...The experience of waiting comes in all shapes, sizes, colors…
Weeds
My maternal grandmother was an avid gardener. Maybe not the kind of gardener who planned her beds, rather the sort of gardener who enjoyed seeing what popped up each year. She loved wildflowers and I remember more than one occasion…
Otherwise
The following is a poem that has brought me some comfort and fortifies me when I find myself frozen between the contrasts of an awakened mind: I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise.…
Sisters
A few mornings ago, I woke to a view not seen before. It appeared as if a cloud had become trapped beneath the sky. I could see the surface of the river: calm water, no wind, and, just a few…
Still Motion
I work out. Nothing extreme, mostly the stationary bike and resistance bands. I try to meet with a personal trainer once per week...
Nuts Over Knives
Almost every day I find one. Sometimes two if it’s been a hectic morning. So close to the soapy sponge I can almost imagine it washing itself. The peanut butter knife. Neighboring coffee cups have been rinsed and put in…
The Squirrel She-ro
I commute to work at least three times per week. When I am not distracted, I notice things.