(Re)Purpose

Recycling, it's kind of old hat by now, huh? I am loving this word–kind of new to me–repurpose. Why do I like it? I love the notion that things have more than one purpose; I love the intentionality of the word, and I love the sense of action. Cycles...

Seventeen Syllables

I am terrible with numbers.I live with a dear husband who thinks in math. He understands spaces. He reads maps. He’s quite logical. While I wander—sometimes blithely and pretty much always blindly—through the world, he navigates. The kids (at least...

Old Friends

Old friendsSat on their park benchLike bookendsOld friendsMemory brushes the same years–Simon and Garfunkel songI am through and through a connector. By definition, I guess that means I enjoy meeting new people and making new friends. If there were a lucrative...