Easter Egg Overdose

Easter Egg Overdose

The season of egg salad has arrived. Spring is a sacred time for all religions–a time of renewal–buds on the trees, plants poking through the ground. I was told by one of my farming mentors Wiccans advise planting parsley on Good Friday and say it’s...

Making Memories

I remember I used to get up early in the mornings and have tea with Dad before he went to work. Sometimes I got a dab of cologne while he shaved. I remember the holidays Mom put together, not having had many traditions in her childhood. The walnut cookies, the...

The Smudged Star

New Year’s is time to pack up the tree. I remove each ornament and ponder its significance as I gently wrap it and put it in its special box. Except for the generic balls and fillers, each has a very special meaning–the power to make me travel to a time...