John Burridge

Mark’s mother passed last Thanksgiving, so this is his first Mother’s Day without her. He has several sisters, and he wished them a Happy M...

Tra-la, it’s May. I’ve been preparing for May First—which is a calendrical cross-quarter day, a Friday, and also the Full Moon—by taking the...

Whew. After days and days and days of unpacking, cleaning, and reshelving the books, the newly repainted North Bedroom is finally presentab...

The latest idea I’ve been pursuing is an exploration of sacred place. When I attended my cousin Anne’s memorial a few weeks ago, there wa...

The last few weeks our house has looked like a packrat’s nest as we swapped bedrooms. When we moved into the house decades ago, we put The C...

On what I think counts as a Valentine’s Day Date, Mark and I went to a Flying Yoga class. This is where one goes to a yoga studio at the lo...

Another year. Foremost on my mind since Halloween has been the fall-out from a traffic accident my dad was in. His health was not exactly t...

The Halloween weekend brought three undoings with it.    A few weeks ago, I bought some blue dichroic glass earrings.  They sit closer to my...

The other week I went dancing. It was mostly fun, but there was something off. I got there before anyone else was really dancing, so I or...

The other week I was in rituals back-to-back. The “order of service” (to borrow terminology from the UU’s) in the Wicca-lite rituals I do be...

It’s just after the Equinox, and I’m still able to sit outside and write. This will become less and less likely as autumn progresses. We c...

I went dancing the other night. It was mostly fun, and I will admit to some bemusement. I arrived fashionably late, paid the cover, scamper...

THE WEEK BEFORE It’s been a decade since I’ve reached that certain age where I get to have selfies taken where the sun don’t shine. In som...

July is almost half-way done and our yard is flowering. This year we have an abundance of artichokes blooming; their purple crowns are a fa...

Last Saturday, I wanted to march in the Eugene Pride parade while holding Mark’s hand. Retrospectively, I had an unconscious desire to recr...