Topic Tags: parenting

A mother makes a ritual of dropping off her children at summer camp.

“This list is endless, there’s no reason to stop here, but…”

“Some other night, we will call for courage. This night: The boat safely moored / at the shadowed dock. Sweet dreams.”

“A boy’s innocence thins as the voice thickens—”

“When she dies, / Who will I be on the other side?”

“letters spinning out to form new words, new rites, inviting new voices to weave old songs into new traditions?”

“Offer mercy through all eyes that see them although their intimate gaze is hidden.”

A sweet ritual for burying placenta

“May we be reminded of the songs of Miriam, the keeper of the Mayim Hayim…”

“And when it’s time to return home, may your tears fall not from sorrow, but from the joy of deep connection…”