This morning I find myself thinking about a long-ago friend. Her name was Barbara Esbensen, and she was a fellow writer—well, not just a plain old writer like me, but a poet—who taught me something profound.

Once I began to read

Is a place ..

Every story is us. 

Life is chaos

Today is a moment of light surrounded on all sides by darkness and oblivion.

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.

So here's what I wanted to tell you today: get a life.

If we are to achieve a richer culture,

I celebrated my 84th birthday several months ago. By anyone’s standard, an old lady.

You, yourself …

“The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlyn, beginning to puff and blow…

And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful

We invent nothing. We borrow and re-create.

How I love being a writer!

I entered this career nearly fifty years ago with few live role models and little understanding of the mechanics of publishing.

A human being is part of the whole, called by us “Universe”; a part limited in time and space.

Touching the Earth, I let go of my idea that I am this body and my life span is limited.

We believe that any transformation of the world begins with the transformation of the self

Ideas are strange creatures. Sometimes it’s impossible to remember—or ever to know—where the concept for a particular story came from.