I hope your Christmas is OK.
It’s Christmas Eve, a night during which I still think I should be prepping to go to my grandparents’ house, then church….
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What Haunts
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.
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What does your bookshelf say about you?
It’s almost my birthday, and my mother needs ideas for a present. She loves books and book-shopping, so I go straight to…
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Music Lessons
My dad introduced me to music. Starting when I was a tiny kid, my father, who grew up fantasizing about being the next…
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One Hour ’til Christmas
My husband and I just finished watching It’s a Wonderful Life while sipping eggnog infused with calvados while the dogs snored on…
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Pink and Blue
A couple of weekends ago, my husband and I drove to Connecticut to visit our niece — formally his niece, mine by…
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Feeling the Most
“When he’s free soloing, it’s when he feels the most…” Honnold’s mother starts saying to the camera and pauses, so that I…
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Storm Surge
There’s something inherently Houstonian to me about living through the ritual disaster of multiple hurricanes. Maybe it’s the same for kids anywhere…
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Bad Math
David would have been 56 today. A photo of us, my head resting on his right shoulder and our brother Tommy sitting…
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No Simple Gifts
Ah, holidays. They are thorny for most people over the age of five on some level, I imagine. Between family and travel…
