"Same Drama, Different Day"
mm Was my response when a friend asked about work. Some moments it feels like a little progress; then the mud oozes underfoot and all I...
Occupation
by marci madary I used to be a poet. I am not sure anymore. The part of me that lived in the land of metaphor and verse has been invaded...
Route to 66
Originally created to link Chicago to Los Angeles, the Mother Road was made famous through movie and music. As America’s main street, it...
Nothing and Everything
mm Nothing is what it seems anymore. The world is slipperier these days. More unstable. Less solid. Predictions feel pointless. Plans...
Learning Slowly
I have often underestimated the gift of slowness - ignoring it in a rush, casting it aside when in a hurry. Overly attuned to calendars,...
Sixty-Four
The Beatles’ song sings of that age as a distant future – the way we all thought of it in our youth. It seems the earth spun around once...
Exceptional
marci madary My Grandma was 98 ½; she died on my grandpa’s birthday. He had left this world 5 ½ years earlier. Cognitively engaged until...
Witness
by Marci Madary My desk faces the back of our third-floor condo where I frequently gaze over my computer screen into the branches of all...
The Wonders of Worry
by Marci Madary Worry wakes me at four in the morning. Worry walks with me and my dog. Worry refuses to wash off my hands, even with...
Gift of Darkness
What if darkness isn’t something to fear, but a requirement? What if relaxing into the long night is the secret? I have sat alone in...
