joy & moxie


A poem for you this day. Solmonað is the Anglo-Saxon equivalent of February. It translates to “mud month.” False springs appear in deep winter – a tease of green as the snow falls again. Restless, we count robins – or are they sparrows playing games? We long for buds and blossoms under a Lent-grey sky […]

Beatrix’s Story

They say cats choose their people, and twice now I’ve received this honor. Last week, I brought home my new feline companion and “creative consultant in charge of moxie”, a little girl named Beatrix. I’d visited her several times at the shelter, and it wasn’t long before she was claiming my lap and growling at […]