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...