EMILY SHEARER

These two American beauties and their Italian Sebastiano, a love affair of some years, fed on Tuscan grapes and golden sunlight; they...

In Women Who Run with the Wolves, author Clarissa Pinkola Estés teaches, through myth and story, how wild women can reclaim their true...

I met a woman outside the juice shop. She looked so familiar to me. I said, You look so familiar to me. She mused, Maybe we know each...

This one is for the KFG girls, the wild spirits who know what it means to love the shadows, to drop the mask, to live out loud. Who pull...

I wrote this poem on the morning of President Biden and Vice President Harris' inaugurations. The "YOU" can be you. It can be anyone you...

This morning I woke up like a fruit, an apple, to be specific, golden growing in some northwest orchard’s corner, southwest region of a...

Author Emily Shearer talks about using Toothpaste Anxiety for the greater good.

“It is a joy to be hidden, and disaster not to be found.” -Donald Winnicott It is a joy to be hidden, to crouch with just one’s tips and...

No, First Day of School photos here. Instead, I would like to talk to you about Chilean apples. First of all, thank you for tuning in...

This Poem Is Not About Jacques Cousteau Earth’s cries echo underwater. Everything we’ve done to deface her, the seas mirror. What happens...

Why do I march? Mostly for the kids. For what we owe them, a promise to make this better. We must make this better.

The foundation is LOVE. Ooshy-gooshy, radical, profound, patient and personal and spiritual and guided LOVE.

January 9, 2020 Is January 9th too late to write an end-of-the-year/ decade synopsis? The kids just went back to school today, for dinner...

Walk across the world at dusk. Find one called Hope and place your trust. Sometimes, we fear, this life’s unjust. Sometimes all doubts...

from "Where Everything is Music" by Rumi Don't worry about saving these songs and if one our instruments breaks, it doesn't matter. We...