And She Rides

The other morning my daughter Rebecca announces that she’d like to ride her bike to photography camp –- alone. We strike a deal that I’ll accompany her in the morning, letting her lead the way, but that yes, she can ride home on her own. She’s twelve now, and has a cell phone…just in case.

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What Happened to May?

May pulled me by the collar like a cyclone. All month I spun from event to event–birthdays, mother’s day, school plays, school picnics, school fundraisers, school conferences, school projects, cycling events, and so forth. Beyond “planning” and “showing up,” there were annual medical appointments to be made, camp forms to be completed, a sputtering washing machine to fight, and the ongoing drill of stocking the fridge and freezer, and preparing family meals.

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What Now?

Some time ago I stumbled upon an unforgettable commencement speech by Ann Patchett. It was a speech she gave to Sarah Lawrence College, her alma mater, in May of 2006, titled, “What Now?” Today it’s a book.

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Give and Take

I mourned a writer friend today who died of kidney failure. Twice Robyn was given kidneys, first by her father, when she was only thirteen. That kidney lasted twenty-two years — time that allowed her to finish high school, graduate from Colorado College, ride like the wind on her beloved horses, and adopt a stable of cats and border collies.

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Nine Years and A Sea of Humanity

February 21 is the ninth anniversary of my first husband Brett’s death from brain cancer. It’s a day forever etched in my memory even as my twins – our twins, Rebecca and Casey – struggle to remember their father. They can’t really remember him, they weren’t even three years old when he died.

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GO FOR LOVE

Valentines Day:  a day to acknowledge the people in our lives whom we love. Of course no one really needs a designated day to express affection, gratitude, longings of the heart. And yet this is what the day has come to represent.

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