Author Archives: meaghancc

I see the dark silhouette of the tree. The backdrop is the soft pink sky. The tree’s green buds barely visible. This wiry elm didn’t get the news that spring came early this year. Its twists and turns more ominous … Continue reading →

I look at the tree in our front yard. Every year it shocks me. As if we’re in a conversation that is seemingly one-sided—mostly me, lamenting the lack of rain and how stressed the trees must be and wondering if … Continue reading →

The unstoppable, unquenchable chase for it. The home of a creature, a creature that captured bicarbonate and calcium from the sea around them and used it to grow and grow. Power over rather than power with. Smooth, textured, round, sharp, … Continue reading →

She reaches for the sight of light at the windowearly in the morningsbetween us in our bed. Celeste, our daughter.Her eyes wide, fixed,  a steadfast gaze in the dusk of dawn.She’s started reaching this month,  chubby hands extending to the … Continue reading →

A month into my breast cancer diagnosis, I was sitting with other young women, in all states of undress, all levels of high with medicinal weed, and half glasses of champagne and tea and electrolyte-infused drinks strewn about. The Mission … Continue reading →

I’m not a birder. I don’t have a bird list, traveling to the far reaches of the earth to see this bird or that bird, hear a his and hers call and response, marvel at the plumage and elaborate mating … Continue reading →

I was listening to a podcast this week – “grief is a sneaky bitch” – where john a. powell was reflecting on his life, the work, and why we are where we are, disconnected yet yearning for connection, finding a … Continue reading →