present (or, I hate shivasana)
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a…
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a…
Today is my big brother David’s birthday. He would have turned 59, and would probably have been freaking out about being on…
When I was growing up, we sang a lot. At home, in church, at school, wherever. One of our family’s favorites to…
I wasn’t looking for another dog. We already had one, and he was damn near perfect. But when I saw Trixie’s black,…
After thinking about a short piece for a long time, which I envisioned being called “10 Things 10 Years After Your Brother…
It’s Christmas Eve, a night during which I still think I should be prepping to go to my grandparents’ house, then church….
After my big brother David fell from a mountain peak in Colorado eleven years ago, I became consumed with the loss, with his life, and especially with extreme sports and outdoor adventure stuff because it was what consumed him — and what killed him. It haunted me. It haunts me still.
Yesterday, while walking our dogs around the lovely esplanade a block from our house, my husband and I said hello to a…