A rendering of my inner stupa next to a Trent Miller drawing.  Can you guess which one I did?! Dear self, Today has been a hard day. ...

What I Learned From My Mother by Julia Kasdorf I learned from my mother how to love the living, to have plenty of vases on hand in case...

Dissolver of Sugar by Rumi Dissolver of sugar, dissolve me, if this is the time. Do it gently with a touch of a hand, or a look. Every...

When I Look At the Old Car by Marcia F. Brown When I look at the old car backed into the cleared-out space in the shed, I can almost un...

The House on Broughton Street by Mary Ann Larkin Always it was a summer afternoon I see my mother climbing the stairs to the porch My ...

I baked a Leprechaun Trap Cake for my friend Amelia's totally rad blog and I'm pretty psyched about it.  Read all about baking ver...

Hell by Jeff Tweedy When the devil came he was not red but chrome and he said come with me you must go so I went alone where ther...