Molting
“Stop it, Mom! You’re freaking me out!” my daughter yells. She’s seated in the driver’s seat of my SUV. Today…
Life Lessons
Thank You, MAM
“I always get these,” my sister says. She passes me the phone-like interpretive device she collected from the smiling, white-toothed…
Trust the Journey: video
I’m trying something new.
Who’s Driving?
“Now, can you close your eyes?” my favorite yoga instructor asks. My arms shake as I hold the pose. Sweat…
Decade of Change
I stood in the backrow. The fitness room’s mirrored walls didn’t allow for anonymity, but I felt better there, even…
My Mom and Mary Tyler Moore
My siblings had a different mom. Biologically she was the same, but I’m the last born. The baby. The fifth….
Waiting with Open Hands
It’s happened before. I enter the bathroom, thick with sleep and running late. In my haste, I wrench open the…
In-Between Times
Soft autumn light colored the world this morning. I hurried outside to see dawn, not satisfied with my window’s limitations….
Mending: What An Ancient Art Form Teaches Us About Healing
He has made everything beautiful in its time. Ecclesiastes 3:11 NIV Children’s squeals and laughter compete with the…
Growing Gratitude
The breeze ruffles my hair as I pedal steadily down the path. The smell of frying bacon wafts from a nearby…