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all sickness is homesickness, all roads lead back on a breadcrumb trail that the crows and sparrows have eaten. There is no clue, no feather, no cairn of stones set along the roadside marking the path because the path has been erased, your footsteps blown into oblivion by the wind whose job it is to … Continue reading all sickness is homesickness

Mama said there’d be days like this: days when you crack open one eye and the slate gray sky is pushing through the window, and your demons have let themselves in the back door and are sitting at the foot of your bed thumbing through the photo album of all your regrets, pointing them out … Continue reading mama said there’d be days like this

The things I carried from home: I dump my purse out onto the bed. What a mess. No wonder it’s so heavy. Definitely in need of sorting. To keep, to discard. Ok. My wallet, the eyeglasses I need for driving, four tubes of lipstick, all the same color that I bought before we moved which … Continue reading the things I carried from home

Hustle and flow. I’ve moved to a small farming town half way around the world to be closer to my daughter, son-in-law and 15 month old granddaughter. Richard and I have rented a house a short 30 minute drive to the organic farm my daughter and her husband started 15 years ago, five acres that … Continue reading hustle and flow

I have a good friend who can trace her female ancestry back to the 1700s and beyond. These women settled in what is now Texas, bought land, went to school, prospered. That is not my story. What I know of my Ukrainian ancestors is that the lucky ones, the ones young enough to endure months … Continue reading calling the ancestors