AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND – A Blog by Terri Jackson

January 1, 2026 / Terri / Gentle Self-Care

“For Last Year’s Words…

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another…

December 11, 2025 / Terri / Clara

“Dear nightlights that protect my sleeping babes, burn clear and steadfast tonight.” Mrs. Darling from…

December 3, 2025 / Terri / Christmas

I type and delete. Type and delete. The words used to just spill out, now…

September 28, 2023 / Terri / Grief

Tapping on keys, missing the way writing allowed thoughts to coalesce, missing how writing informed…

October 1, 2022 / Terri / Garden

I never meant to abandon my blog. The world got so loud between the pandemic…

September 27, 2022 / Terri / Grief

Tapping on the keyboard, I remember why I have avoided sitting down to write, new…

September 26, 2020 / Terri / Dark Night

Apologizing to the bees as I snipped off long stems of anise hyssop, the fuzzy…

June 28, 2020 / Terri / Grief

Edging the volume higher until the metal is louder than my head noise, I close…

March 26, 2020 / Terri / Dark Night

Opening my eyes, dreaming of a baby crying, I wake on your 35th birthday. Our…