Hallowed Evening

As a little girl I can remember the awe I felt when I realized that on the night of Hallowe’en every door of every neighbor in my neighborhood became available to be opened. I could look inside. I could see who lived there, what their house looked like, at least from the vantage point of […]


Welcome to my back door. That’s Ruby looking back over her shoulder and Conner anticipating going inside. That grey door is now covered with MUD. As in muddy pawprints. As in, “Hey, it’s raining! Let us in!” And in they come and immediately they jump into the tub in the extra loo and have their […]

Dia de los Muertos

Will I have to go alone like the flowers that perish? Will nothing remain of my name? Nothing of my fame here on earth? At least my flowers, at least my songs! Ayocuan Cuetzpaltzin, 15th C. Aztec poet As our days shorten, and our nights lengthen, the energies of our garden recede for winter and […]

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