They Come & Go by Nancy Schatz Alton I sing praise to what remains: the living room lit by tiny lights my family talking me returning. All the phrases that help remind me of what remains these phrases swirl & catch & hit the light. it could have been otherwise there was always […]
I am trying to take it all in. The mornings that I am gracious and open, offering my daughter a hug when she says I think I’m sick. The mornings I’m not kind and I get to apologize. The way it feels to be wrong again. The way it feels to learn to apologize. How […]
What’s in the silence but a song? by Nancy Schatz Alton Every day I set up a space. I put slants on either side. I wish for the words to flow for my sentences to reach your ears with the rhythm that I feel as I listen to my daughters sing alone or together in […]
“To feel close to you is good.” -David Hernandez Every time I hear kids’ laughter in my house or see Liz’s lips curl up into a full, joy-filled smile, I think we did it: we made a home. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Orange cup of coffee after a hike; maple seed- pod swirls through sunlight.
The sun is pouring through the front window and I’m trying to figure out what to write. I have little time. I’m working at the bookstore today. I’ve tried reading to see if it spurs me to write something interesting. I’ve read some great lines that I wish I wrote. I see time running out […]
Decades ago, a friend gave me a bookmark that read: “Stretch yourself for greatness and for height.” (George Chapman, perhaps?) Lately I’ve been stretching myself. I’m not taller. And I think this stretching means I have more deadlines. Which means I’m tired. I’m writing this blog before I turn to more work. Prepping for the […]
My Beauty Uniform is a stretched-out sweater, pilling everywhere, light brown to highlight my fine-tresses. My Beauty Uniform is capturing your joy, the way your smile starts slow, slow enough that only I know you might flash a grin that makes people who think they know you take a closer look. My Beauty Uniform is […]
The days shorten, the deadlines thicken. Make haste while it doesn’t rain. Relish the crush of the leaves underneath feet. The days shorten, the deadlines thicken. A crash: the shower curtain gives up its elasticity forever. The leaves ground into carpet, the vacuum cleaner waiting. The days shorten, the deadlines thicken. I wake early, write […]
A New Fixed Place by Nancy Schatz Alton I still see you in your broad striped onesie, blue & minty green watch you roll across the wood floor: you propel yourself where you want to go. I read that I was your fixed place. Slowly, I am no-longer-your-fixed place. You are becoming your own […]