My Mother's Irises
These are my mother’s irises. Three decades ago, I followed my heart’s desire for big skies, big mountains and a big life and moved from...
Schools Reopening in COVID-19: THIS IS NOT A DRILL
Are you a parent or know any parents? Do you have children or know any children? Then you’re aware that in the United States 1. We are...
Just Like That
The other day I'm sitting in my car having some feelings. Maybe I am ugly crying.
Tapping Onto my Heart
Vastly different lives intersect for a minute, maybe three, five… just enough time for a magical travel moment to happen.
A Girl Scout Barbie? No, just no.
I was a Girl Scout throughout my childhood, and loved it so much that in my teens I spent several summers as a camp counselor at a...
Bringing Kim to Everest
Sprinkling ashes around her flags, I say a prayer of thanks to Kim, for all of the loud easy laughter and outdoor adventures, the healing an
On Grief. One.
I am in the grief process. And one of the basic problems I’m having with this grieving process is that the person I most want to talk...
Help Yourself, Kid
It certainly started out innocently enough. A Friday night in autumn, three seventh-graders sprawled out on our tummies on brand new...
Three Augusts
august: adj, inspiring awe or admiration; full of solemn splendor and dignity August 2001 The fire crackles as the women breathe in the...
Needles, Psychics and Wackos (an excerpt from Breathing Faith, chapter 5)
Part of my journey was to find the people who could really help me—and who I could deal with. In my extensive research about infertility...
