Fragments

“My earliest memories are of the plants and shrubs that grew near the Brooklyn apartment we lived in when I was very young. In those carefree days I made elaborate chalk drawings on the sidewalk and wrote poetry on the back of my hand because there was no paper handy. After retiring from a long career in nursing, I began to turn my garden into a native pollinator garden as a way to care for our hurting planet. More and more, my concern for our earthly home has shown up in my art and poetry. As I navigate ‘the third half of life,’ I realize more and more the need to integrate all that has gone before. This is the work of old age–pulling all the fragments of a life together.”