Category Archives: Woyaya

I was out running errands when I first heard the news.  Professional tennis player, Serena Williams had just beat her sister, Venus Williams, in the Australian Grand Slam tournament to become the most winning player since the Grand Slam opened … Continue reading →

I’m learning to play the banjo. One thing I’ve discovered as I’ve aged is that my fingers don’t always do what my brain commands. In fact, there are times they behave something like the broken springs in a cartoon clock. … Continue reading →

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making … Continue reading →

Poet, Mary Oliver, begins her poem “The Journey” with these words: You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations – – – though their melancholy was terrible. It was … Continue reading →

Recently, I listened to a conversation between Krista Tippett, Parker Palmer, and Courtney Martin.  Their conversation was about “rebellion and the inner life.”  There was one moment that particularly caught my attention.  Parker Palmer is one of my mentors-through-books, and … Continue reading →