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...
Oh, You Mean I'm Old?
I didn’t quite realize that I was getting old. That is, until an adventure guide in Costa Rica and a hip yoga instructor in Boulder told...
Down the Rabbit Hole
This morning, I was talking to a massage therapist-turned wonderful friend who has an awesome daugher with Down Syndrome. I told Anna...
Two Down, One Up (an excerpt from Breathing Faith, chapter 14)
Twenty weeks into my pregnancy, Jay and I traveled to Florida for our annual trip to visit with my in-laws. In many ways—and I know this...
Faking it with Krishna Das
There’s something about sitting in front of Krishna Das that is so powerful. I would imagine this is true even for the most cynical. His...
