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Fiction
Many times during my life I’ve changed location, moving from one side of the country to the opposite, south to north, most recently back south. Each change of place presents challenges, yet I eventually conclude, “This is where I belong for now.” In recent years I’ve wondered how different the experiences of patriarchs and heroes of Hebrew Scripture might have been had they been women. As a result I’ve written a collection of stories imagining them as women. The story of a female Abraham fits your forthcoming theme of change, I believe. “Leave your country,” God told Abraham, “and go to the land I will show you.” Had Abraham been a woman, what might she have experienced as she followed God’s call to venture far from home? Continue reading → Reviews
Imagine yourself within the sacred chambers of Sekhmet in Egypt or beside the temple of Isis in Pompey. This is the journey Karen Tate shares with her reader as she travels amid the ruins that once glorified the goddesses in a lifelong quest to meld with the sacred feminine.
“Months and years after the journey, the effect was still with me. Our experiences, though out of the ordinary and perhaps even a little bizarre by traditional standards, were real. Yet are they much different from visions and epiphanies documented by ancient, even Biblical scribes? I know for myself the strength and courage I felt permeate my being in the presence of Sekhmet in her temple in Karnack. That resolves seemed to steel and guide me through trials and transformations that challenged me in the time beyond this journey, helping me find strength to stand in my truth and integrity.” (p 95) Fiction
She pores over the stock report in the business pages the way I devoured Siddhartha when I was her age, reading between the lines for clues to the meaning of life. “Should I buy Wal-Mart shares? Or do you think Pier One has more potential for…Mom?” I glance up from my sketchpad. How should I know? Me, the money idiot? Columns
When my children were babies, my husband and I rented a farmhouse on a mountain. We worked in shifts, dividing our time so that one of us always was home for them. It was a lonely time on the mountain for me. Before the kids were born, I found peace and solace by hiking the forested hillsides and farmland meadows. But once I had children the mountain felt isolating. Continue reading → Columns
Evan was born on an early day in March with both of his grandmothers watching. He is six now, and to this day, there is a lilt of expectation in his voice when he asks who he was named after. Evan knows the story well. Continue reading →
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We were coming home, but the street where we’d lived for so many years felt strange. Eerie shapes loomed in the dark on either side. I thought I might be seeing things, tired as I was at that late hour. But in the morning, the buildings were still there: apartment blocks, pigeon-hole town houses pressed side by side, a vast hole in the ground with cement and rebar pillars jutting out. Continue reading → Columns
Fall in New England is when nature’s beauty shifts to a deeper, starker, more mysterious artistry that is awe-inspiring. In spring and summer, everything works together to create a landscape full of busy plants, animals, insects, and birds. In the fall, after the harvest, labor ceases as silent leaves drop by the trillions in a palette of blazing hues. Later, in the winter, tiny crystalline masterpieces pile up almost infinitely, storing water’s power in the magnificence of their geometric splendor. Continue reading → Columns
Gray headstones stand silent sentry over buried loved ones. My German shepherd makes no distinction between them and any other rock-strewn landscape. This is just an open field where he runs, chasing crows and squirrels. He never catches them. The crows easily escape, flying off to safer havens, and the squirrels, too fast, too alert, make haste to the tree-lined buffer between the cemetery and the housing developments that border this little sanctuary. This is the only patch of open space left in my neighborhood. Continue reading → |
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