





Mum,
was I seven, may be eight
with you in this photo?
The seesaw signaling perhaps
how life would
separate us so
Each sitting on our own side
the Atlantic’s breadth between us wide
It could sink a heavy heart
But the further seesaw seats apart
the deeper the dips and higher the rise
And so it occurs to me, likewise
The deeper love can go
then the higher love can soar
That must be what the distance’s for

28 years ago I had a nervous breakdown. It was devastating. I found healing in the mountains of western North Carolina. This week I finally found the words to make peace with what happened to me. Writing is my therapy.
After I read my words, I realize there were gentle signs along the way directing me towards my healing – though I did not realize it at the time. It brings to mind a favourite quote from Danish philosopher, Soren Kierkegaard.
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
Miss Canna barges into summer like a slutty diner waitress serving up busty ketchup and mustard blooms. Shy Boy Cortez gets an unexpected surprise.




I love this little parrot. It’s vintage Tonala pottery from Jalisco, Mexico. I think it’s a Carlos Villanueva piece. He’s sitting in a Tlaquepaque casserole dish – which is serving as a bird bath in my tiny garden.