Words by Terryl

We grow some big rackety grasshoppers here in Northern Arizona. They part before me like the Red Sea in front of Moses, and sounding like an orchestra

Merlin was beautiful because he was powerful. Comfortable in his conceit, he was afraid of nothing in this world or any other. He was twenty-two pound

My Grandmother’s Blanket, The Sequel

“You’d be happier with a smaller project.”

Blink.

My stitch ‘n bitch buddy Janey is fastidiously polite. As

Words are powerful carriers of emotion and information, gravid with meaning. They can enchant or curse, wound or heal. Words can convey deep passions,

I’m not sure why we called it a blanket, it was a rug. An enormous, once-beautiful piece of hand woven Native American textile. Although faded and sta

The Things They Say

What’s so crazy about batshit anyway? Is batshit crazier than other shit?

Spending almost a year laid up and taking far too many painkiller

I knew my neighbors lived in a very different world than I did from the day they moved in across the street from me. I was working out in the wood yar

“My goal in life,” I crowed, “is for it to be okay if I’m reincarnated as any of the animals I encounter during this lifetime, including those I rely

An Adventure Memoir of Living Abroad and Letting Go of Life’s Trappings: Material Possessions, Cultural Blinders, and a Patriarchal Christian Worldview. By Mary Coday Edwards

A book review by Terryl Warnock.

“Christian Feminist” had long been a perplexing term for this non-Christian feminist, rather like a mathematical equation in which complex terms on bot

A pagan contemplation of equilbrium at the Vernal Equinox.

By Terryl Warnock