Author: jane staw

One Act

Because we are all complex beings, it would be difficult to isolate one moment, one act, one statement of our entire life that defines us. And why would we want to do this? Why reduce what is rich and vibrant to a single act? Our 

A Sudden Uplift

A Sudden Uplift

The world is not an easy place these days. There’s so much news about sad, unhappy situations and events, and so little—if any—good news. The world felt grim enough before Putin began his incursion into Ukraine, but add Putin and his troops to the mix, 

The Small of Macro Photography

Rather than writing all about my experience with small this past week, I’ll let my photograph speak for me. And isn’t that a perfect rendering of everything I’ve been writing about these past few years!

Using Small to Accomplish What I’ve Been Putting Off

Using Small to Accomplish What I’ve Been Putting Off

I have a confession to make: About four months ago I went to The Looking Glass and bought myself a second-hand macro lens for my camera. Because of my passion for small, I take lots of close-up photos, and it seemed I could go even 

Small and Aging

Small and Aging

While friends struggled with major complaints—heart and circulation problems, joint replacements–and minor inconveniences—loss of their youthful acute memory, aches and pains–aging didn’t bother me. Until my last birthday. After joking for years that I didn’t feel the least bit old because I’d always been immature, 

Another “Small” Success

Another “Small” Success

I often work with people struggling to write, the way I did as a student in college. They may have lots to say, but the minute they sit down to put those words on the page—or even think about sitting down—they feel demoralized. What they 

One Leaf and I

One Leaf and I

My attraction to fallen leaves continues, and now, in addition to swaths of leaves in artistic formations, I’m once again noticing individual leaves, but in a different way than before. When I used to focus on single leaves, I appreciated the forms and shapes they 

Remembering to Think Small

Thinking small does not happen automatically for me. On my morning walks with Frank, my tendency is to think back on any troubles from the day before, or to anticipate those of the day ahead. An argument I had with Stephen, the health crisis of 

There is Always Hope

There is Always Hope

I’ve long had a habit of eavesdropping on other people’s conversations. When Jonah was a teenager and we’d go out to dinner, he used to tap me on the shoulder and, with a huge smile, remind me, “Mom, I’m the person you’re having dinner with.” 

Ten Perfect Minutes

Ten Perfect Minutes

We’d just finished a delicious Thanksgiving dinner, the turkey juicy and tender, the cranberry sauce filled with sweet chunks of apple, the carrots aromatic with five-spice. It was our first holiday together since Corona struck, and I think each of us, some more consciously than