Shit Will Go Wrong
Suddenly I’m surrounded by amazing women who have had their lives “go pear shaped.” That expression, which my husband picked up from…
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Grief Vacation
Last weekend, my husband Peyton and I flew to Denver for a special occasion. I had reserved a small SUV rental, knowing…
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“She’s just not letting go.”
At first I was curious about why or how anyone even noticed a female orca in the Pacific Northwest carrying her dead…
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I didn’t want to write about this.
I said to a friend at a party recently, “I would never have chosen to write about this subject, you know. The…
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#NationalSiblingsDay
Since when did everything have a “day”? I blame social media for ensuring that not just regular birthdays, death anniversaries, and every…
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Calling the Dead
Yesterday was the seventh anniversary of the Fukushima nuclear disaster that followed the terrifying tsunami that followed an earthquake bigger than ever…
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Old Rockers, Not the Chair Kind
I guess I’ve reached middle age. (That’s one of the most shocking sentences I’ve ever typed in my 44 years. I’m still…
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Days of the Dead
I think a lot about loss. Past loss, future loss; past pain, future pain. The delicacy of existence, of life. The only…
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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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