Full Moon

Cleaning off my desk today for the full moon, I found this letter from a friend:

“Just for today remember that words are something you have inherited.  Lead with your desire to honor those who came before you.  Think of writing as an act of love.  Know that you are capable of a lot of love – in words, in silences, on and off the page.  But today, focus on how love affects what you write.”


Like the story of the princess and the pea, the little bump of snow in the center of the table is an echo of sea shells, which my dear friend and amazing poet Elena Georgiou gave me. Even in winter, summer is present. Even in adulthood, the child in us still shapes who we are. Thank you to all the people and events that have bumped me, and made me who I am.