Peace

Today we toured a house that’s for sale on our block. We walked through in stocking feet, talked about the wiring, wondered at the cracks in the cement in the basement. Cement in the basements. The smell of basements. Basements carry the smell of childhood. Even if a basement doesn’t smell like my Grandma’s basement, […]

Red

The days grow brighter. Some mornings I believe all will be well (if I only glance sideways at the news). If I rest my gaze on my girls who grow solid in their centers. They show me themselves. They rest in knowing I like them. If I only glance here, I think hooray—we are doing […]

June

The breeze is full of cold water straight from the Sound. There’s s concentric ring around the sun. Ice crystals make a faded rainbow The sun makes a mark on the red umbrella. The girls are away making their way away from me. This always feels good. I am satisfied knowing they are off being […]

Everything

I want to be everything. To be everything, I’d have to give up too much: the 5-minute hug that helped my daughter greet her day clean laundry eating feeding my loves walks where we talk about cars & clouds your growing up my growing up how we grew each other up   while I desperately […]

Likable

This morning I have a million different to-do’s, or it feels like I have a million different to-do’s to do. And I’m a few days into my new part-time job, which means my brain is on overload. An acquaintance reminded me last night that adults have a hard time being new learners. That’s why I […]

Author

I’m one of those humans who doesn’t give myself enough credit. I like to mention my mentors, the people who make me feel like my work is worthy. The people who’ve helped me become a better writer or who helped me believe more in my writing skills. I don’t think of myself as a mentor, […]

Morning Song

Morning Song  by Nancy Schatz Alton   “The best chance to be whole is to love whatever gets in the way until it ceases to be an obstacle.” -Mark Nepo I love the dirt-caked kitchen floor, the way I wake and clean her, how she feels upon my feet, new: ready to start again. I […]

Marking Time

I mark this week, this month, this time, and I call it the time in-between. The moment I realized I’ve given what is needed in so many ways. The days I read books from start to finish while I listen for my kids, their sounds are off in the distance and I’m here in the […]

Transcendence

Transcendence  by Nancy Schatz Alton I want to go out drumming to be a drummer & hold the beat for the band. I want to be the one smiling, counting, holding the pulse deep in my body. I watch the drummers: they hold the fun, the glee, their bodies sway. The trumpeters, the trombonists, the […]

The Weather

The Weather  by Nancy Schatz Alton A dress is a house. My home. I live within her folds. Its flounce moves with the weather. My house has so much weather. I am all metaphor: tassel & ribbon, extra fabric, dainty flowers, bold stripes. I draw my dress’ angles. My arms make a thatched roof, My […]