elisabeth howland

A Silent Protest If you don’t know me by now — Standing up tall, finding your depth. Me sigue ? […]

<Everyone is praying for you> I am brought back into presence by the song of a bird I cannot see.

I ride home under the waxing moon at 2am on streets that are still vibrating. People are out, police are

What happened to the American Spirit? What happened to that concept of mutuality? You know there is still a simple

Surrogate babies born illegally in the Ukraine. A swelling online marriage business in Japan. The global theme is connection at

It had to be in tulle, of course. With puff sleeves. Baby blue. Iridescent and irrelevant. “This is Made-To-Order Fashion

Listen to the crows in the back garden. They are saying something. In the crepuscule blue I hold myself, I

(On all those things that lie outside our spheres of knowing) I was very very emotional,” Jack said. He paused.

I kept my hope just like I hoped to… (You shouldn’t break your heart over the small shit. It’s time

We are speaking now about FACTS PEOPLE ACTUALLY BELIEVE. (As distinguished from political facts, or personal facts, or opinions. Though

Now we‘re really starting to get into it. If we thought this was a bad dream before, now we are

Now we turn to the subject of expectations. The expectations we have of others, and those we have of ourselves.

What does your soul need? For me, this evening, it was a few good long hours in the kitchen, making