LynnSight

  It’s my intention to reinvent February— Conjuring up dreams of yellow daffodils on green stems, A lost lover’s deep kisses, A new freedom ...

Today is Neil Young’s 79th birthday. A friend reminded me recently of his wistful song “Heart of Gold,” which I listened to over and over ag...

  When I was working long days in tech, I completely ignored an important voice, the voice of my body. Curved over the computer, stressed ab...

Winter Solstice The longest night promises true winter. The light of transformation is hard to see. It’s there, though, in the gladness  Of ...

After careful thought   I would like to say that I wish   You had gone gentle into that good night And that your rage had turned to softness...

Wearing Out One’s Welcome One doesn’t want to seem needy Overly grateful for a child’s call Willing the cat to linger longer on the lap Coun...

Mark and I go way back, more than 50 years.    I met him when I was 17, in the fall of 1971.    With my mother trailing close behind me I wa...