A Letter From Isolation #5 — Isolation is a reminder that this is a place to call my own. “The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.” — Toni Morrison My last publication letter was on March 30, 2021. I needed a break, five months worth…

My life growing up was far from perfect, and yet in some ways, looking back, it was like a fairy tale. Summers seemed to last forever. The days were so very, very long. As much as I loved the days immersed in water with swim practice in the early AM…

We tried the best we could — Gliding along breezeways Deftly skirting doorways Morphing to the walls A sentinel of silence Who were you, Lyndal? We watched you from a distance An enigma unbeknown Were you safe or evil? To approach or leave alone? What we saw was prim and proper The ways of a Carmelite nun You rarely…

All day long? The path revealing itself? Isn’t life easier when we pay attention? What magic can you find today?