community for mindful mothers
by Nadia Colburn Recently my son celebrated his 18th birthday; then he graduated from high school. My Buddhist practice teaches me that everything is impermanent, but sometimes the past feels so close. I remember so clearly the day Gabriel was born—it was the day after …
By Karen Hilsberg I remember. I look at the picture on the refrigerator. You’re smiling in a classroom with the days of the week posted on the corkboard behind you. Were you in the third grade then? No, fifth grade: a big kid, the last …
by Michlene Kali I am watching my cats climb everything in the house because I’m refusing them freedom until the family of robins in the tree adjacent to our balcony has their fledglings skyward. Twice my female cat has escaped, and within minutes she’s had …
by Rebecca Weiker At my high school graduation in 1983, I read a poem I had written, an ode to Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. I don’t remember all the verses, but know the poem ended with these words: Away Away …