iOS app Android app

Jane Ratcliffe

Entries by Jane Ratcliffe


(40) Comments | Posted June 15, 2013 | 7:40 AM

The trick to getting divorced when you're still in love is, of course, to focus on the bad things in the marriage. To intentionally not focus on the way when you were fighting about who does the dishes more, and this is a very important issue as it speaks to,...

Read Post

'I Hope You No That Of Yourself'

(5) Comments | Posted December 20, 2012 | 3:18 PM

Many years ago, when I lived on Second Street, my apartment shared a wall with two of the most enchanting little girls and their mom. The girls, Elliott and Cassidy, spent a lot of time at my place during the day and I ate a lot of dinners at theirs....

Read Post

Crossing The Bridge

(13) Comments | Posted November 13, 2012 | 7:41 AM

One morning back in August my goddog, Ortiz, and I were walking through the local park, just as we do every day. This time, however, camped out along the side of a low hill was a small group of modern-day hippies. They were talking and laughing and when I passed...

Read Post

Becoming Ortiz

(2) Comments | Posted October 29, 2012 | 8:53 AM

Every morning I walk Ortiz. Or, as passersby enjoy pointing out, he walks me. Through the neighborhood we go, past the house with the beautiful garden, across the street and past the ladder factory. Down the slope and into the park, where a pathway runs along the river. Next the...

Read Post

Making A Kindness Salad

(11) Comments | Posted September 25, 2012 | 11:29 AM

This afternoon my friend and I were discussing kindness. "I remember a few months after marrying my husband, waking up one morning and thinking I'd made a horrific mistake," she said. "So we started marriage counseling. Our therapist said he didn't know if we'd make it or not, but that...

Read Post

My Feline Family

(44) Comments | Posted September 7, 2012 | 9:22 AM

It's a quiet, palely sunny afternoon, just the sort where I'm drawn to the flora of my backyard. I lounge on my lawn chair while Hank and Clementine contentedly sprawl along the weathered bench, and Rudy dangles his head from the wooden chair as he stretches for the tall bits...

Read Post