I ought to know that death pays no heed to the natural order of life. I first learned this lesson nearly a decade ago when my husband Brett died at thirty-nine years old. Until then, I’d been relatively sheltered from calamity, at least among family.
Read more...I’m headed to Chicago for my college reunion. Tis’ the season.
Read more...Brace yourself…we are among Denver’s mid-stage widows, otherwise known as The Second Act. Each of us in our own way has either launched her Act 2 or is hoping to do so in time.
Read more...I am a secular Jew, and while faith comes to me through varied mediums like poetry, song, friendship, the Christian hymn Amazing Grace, cooking, and wandering in the mountains, among other ways, I tend to be very receptive during these ‘Days of Awe.’
Read more...Scene: Four African-American men in Glasgow, Kentucky, hunting friends for fifty years. They tell the same stories, laugh at the same jokes, complete one another’s sentences. Intimate beyond intimate, the men transcend time and place. The world changes around them but they live simply, and amidst nature. It’s a quiet, reverent lifestyle.
Read more...Every family has its secrets–uncomfortable remnants of the past or matters of the heart too raw to reveal. But what if you discovered a family secret so powerful that the truth challenged your very identity?
Read more...Appreciate the whimsy of youth. Because once we were young and swapped food and friends and pleasures as unpredictably as a sneeze. Isn’t it so much harder to change our minds as we age?
Read more...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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