Wife, grandma, mother, friend, therapist, writer, photographer, musician, gardener, thinker, quaker, episcopalian, boater, southern marylander, seeker, listener, lover of silence and natural places. Saturday, July 21, 2007. I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn her fields and valleys. I am beautiful pearls,. Plucked from the crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn to embellish the gardens. When I cry the hills laugh;.

The musings of an eccentric and sometimes heretical Episcopal priest. Thursday, March 15, 2018. Perhaps my experience with firearms is too unusual to make a solid argument one way or the other. Maybe the best way is to note a few memories, and comment as I go along.

Friday, July 31, 2015. And so have I,. But come and be my wife. And let us try,. To make some sense of life. And make our garden grow. And make our garden grow. For so our master said. Our loaf of daily bread. And make our garden grow.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015. Can public servants be part of the solution? Monday, August 25, 2014. How to survive in the wilderness.