What Barcode are You Wearing?

As soon as I woke, I felt it – stuck on my neck, so I reached and pulled it off. Since my glasses rested on my lamp table, I held it close and saw it was a white sticker with black print. The barcode from the back of a book I had read the night before. The price was...

Finding Hope through Poetry

Forest Testimony by Denise Rector Fondled? Gouged. Mauled down to a handful of scattered atoms, abandoned for dead, each piece of me looking at the others, faithless and wanting across the miles to pull our self back, together. I couldn’t hear myself crying out but...

Stress Blocks Creativity

I know better. I even teach how to do it better – how to live a creative life that feeds on play. Yet recently, the stresses of life gained the advantage and play disappeared. It was all I could do to get up in the morning and look at my longer-than-ever list of tasks...