This is for my daughter, Rebecca. Sometimes shy, she seized an opportunity to speak on behalf of fourth graders at the school holiday party last week. She rehearsed until she had memorized all two paragraphs the teacher gave her, and then delivered the remarks with smiles and confidence. This…from a kid who gets speech therapy.


Pet Peeves

Aw come on. Who ate the last of the Saltines and put the empty box back in the pantry?

Why is the bread bag open when the rubber band to close it tight—the same one used to open the bag before you greedily grabbed two slices—IS RIGHT THERE? The bread is organic for god’s sakes, let’s keep it fresh for at least a few days.



When was the last time you felt good about the fact that you were wrong?

That happened to me today. Let me explain.


Religion of The Blank Canvass

If we begin with certainties, we shall end in doubts; but if we begin with doubts, and are patient in them, we shall end in certainties. -Francis Bacon

What is it about certainty and expectation that shift as we age? Think about it. We expect a level of certainty when we are young. The certainty of toys, pets, parents, homes, teachers, school. Maybe not everything at once, but for most of us, yes, we come of age trusting in the order of the world. Even if it is as simple as my son’s present philosophy: “I can’t wait until I’m twenty-one and get to be my own boss.”  Okay, at ten he’s a little misguided, but at least he has definite expectations.


He Lives in You, He Lives in Me

These are the words that make me cry Friday night in the middle of “The Lion King.” I took the twins to see the performance at The Denver Center for Performing Arts. We might just be the only people in America who haven’t seen “The Ling King” in some iteration but there’s a reason.  Seven years after their dad died, my children are only now able to bear the story of Simba’s pain over losing his beloved father and king, Mufusa. Like Simba, Casey and Rebecca’s lives have been forever altered and frankly, they don’t like to be reminded of their loss.


Bark Is Not For Eating

Things aren’t always as they seem.  Three fresh examples:

Last weekend I had the privilege of hearing the poet and memoirist Mary Karr at my favorite writer’s group, the Lighthouse Writer’s Workshop. Karr remembered the time her son, then a young child, bottled crickets for Mother’s Day. Crickets? Yes, crickets! A perfect gift in the author’s eyes, the memory of which still allows her to access this period in her life when a paycheck literally meant food for the day and heat at night. “Try to manifest those small things that are luminous in your life,” says Karr.


Five Years Later…A New Place

Place and environment are on my mind.

Last week I was in New York City for my graduate program. Our schedule was jammed tight with publishing meetings, and then I added a few appointments and coffees to round out the experience. I ran from Monday through Wednesday afternoon, right up until the time I dropped onto the plane, still sweaty and wet from hauling my bags in the rainy downpour.