Mirror, Mirror
Welcome to the first installment of Little Magic, a new monthly column that explores the mysterious forces in our everyday lives. Look for Little Magic in the Baltimore Fishbowl on the fourth...
View ArticleBeach House Blues: Sorority of the Beleaguered Housewives
Welcome to Little Magic, a new monthly column that explores the mysterious forces in our everyday lives. Look for Little Magic in the Baltimore Fishbowl on the fourth Wednesday of the month. Some...
View ArticleDog Walk
While walking her dogs with her daughter, writer Lindsay Fleming feels compelled to reveal the scary recent murder in Roland Park. We left the house to walk the dog at about nine. The shadows were...
View ArticleClosing the Gap
I’m speaking of the gap between upper left canine and bicuspid that first appeared after dental work on a back molar several years ago. Flossing, which had before then had been tricky on account of...
View ArticleOur Girl’s Mad Libs
Up early reading, our girl stumbles upon this: “In truth, few of us have been well-touched.” And, a bit later, the term dysfunctions of touch. Naturally, she starts thinking about the many stories of...
View ArticleThe Journey of Dementia
My sister and I had traveled home to give my brother a break. We were with my mother at her primary care physician’s, technically a licensed nurse practitioner whose manner is part game show host,...
View ArticleNothing to Wear
Thinking that I’d be caught in a rut the next social function, my wardrobe ever inadequate to the demands, I went online. There I found a red dress that took up residence in my imagination. It was...
View ArticleOne Wing Down
Out walking the first day of vacation in Vermont, I fell on ice and broke my wrist. I knew immediately. At the closest urgent care facility 45 minutes away, I was treated by a hand specialist who...
View ArticleLittle Magic: Chaos in Wonderland
I’d begun to dream, night dreams, about oil painting. I followed them to a midtown art store. Maybe trying something new would address a mood of stagnation, a creative slump. The day was dreary, rain...
View ArticleSap Moon and the Mother
The March full moon, the last full moon of winter, is known in some parts as the Sap Moon when evidence of life below the frozen surface begins to trickle forth sweetly. Sugar season. This year’s...
View ArticleChild Whispering
The writer as a child with her mother and brother. “Experience has taught us that we have only one enduring weapon in our struggle against mental illness: the emotional discovery of the truth about...
View ArticleOperating Instructions from the Mother Ship
Big Magic, Elizabeth Gilbert’s manifesto on creativity, was published years after her runaway bestseller Eat Pray Love. It’s not just for artistic types. Consider her definition of what it means to...
View ArticleThe King of Sorts
Here at the beach, I track the firmest sand at water’s edge each day, keeping an eye out for conch shells. On the land side, there are meals to plan, groceries to gather. On the sea side are the...
View ArticleWhack-a-Mole and The Magical Friend
The ego contracts around problems, said my yoga teacher, quoting a Franciscan monk, while the soul wanders for meaning. Another yoga teacher put it this way: A bad day for the ego is a good day for...
View ArticleUnmarked Hazards
Heading west, I’m reading The Universe Has Your Back by Gabrielle Bernstein. “The universe is our classroom, and when we accept our role as the happy learner, life gets really groovy.” I want to...
View ArticleFinding Signs from the Universe in a Newfound Cat
After setting some intentions around creative goals in July, I asked the Universe for a sign that I was on the right track, designating the black cat as the symbol that would indicate Universal...
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