I suppose I could write one of those end of year lists. But I'm not together enough to list top ten movies or top ten books. Do you keep track? Maybe list-making is something to try first thing in the morning when more energy zips through my brain. What can I even remember about this …
I found myself sitting in the darkness of an abandoned church looking up at the moon alongside a best friend. The last month of the year has spilled out before us. We are tired but glad to be together in the magic quiet of a place we aren't supposed to be. When you look back …
Home To be honest, I don't think my dad has any connection to the summer solstice. He isn't one to take note of such days. He's a quiet Catholic. He never talks about his beliefs and hasn't been to mass in 40 years. About ten years ago, I saw that he'd sent a check to …
Last year, I wrote this to welcome our travel into the New Year. Hardly seems adequate looking back. The Winter Solstice brings us the longest night of the year. It carries us into winter, a time to burrow in and reflect on where we've been, what we've done, and what the future may hold. And …
I was going to write something completely different, but I've forgotten what. As some know, my mother died of an aortic aneurysm when she was 45 and I was 21. In early November, someone I grew up calling Aunt (but who is not genetically related) almost died of an aortic aneurysm. Thankfully, she is recovering. …
The stars in the northern hemisphere have their longest night to shine. We're here in the colding dark looking up into the divine. Wish upon those winter stars born before the world set sail. We're heading into the New Year lands. What will be our tale?
Marta Pelrine-Bacon 