Navigation. Metaphor. Voicemail. Dear Friends,  Here is another MONDAYS ARE FREE.  Mondays are Free is writing calisthenics. It’s a gym for writing muscles. I share my writing exercises, hoping my commitment to going public ...

“O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.” ...

As a child, when I closed my eyes to pray I saw a hissing wall of TV snow. Jennifer L. Knox I remember when I started to pray. I was young and prayer involved swinging in the park in my neighborhood and singing church choir songs at the top of my ...

There are days we liveas if death were nowherein the background; from joyto joy to joy, from wing to wing,from blossom to blossom toimpossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom. From "Blossoms" by Li-Young Lee I have a secret path in the park w...