Hands.

I was riding in an Uber in New Mexico and was struck by my drivers hands. She was about my age, straddling that line between her 40s and 50's. That age where your clothes or hair might not give away your age, but your face and hands sure do. She was listening to the local…

Sally.

This was originally written in June, 2012. There are a lot of things I learned from Sally. The older I get, and the further away I've come from that special relationship, the more those lessons resonate and come into focus. Here is my Sally story: After Steve and I separated in 2002, I spent a…

The Non-Anniversary.

A note to my 21-year-old self, on what would have been your 26th Anniversary. I can still picture you sitting on blue carpet in your veil and flannel shirt. Sitting in your sister’s old bedroom, leaning against the bed. I remember your doubts that day. I remember how you dried your tears, squared your shoulders,…

Rivers and Roads.

The last month or so, I've had a bunch of stuff swimming around in my head, my heart. Thoughts of impermanence, loss, life, meaning, past, present, future. Relationships, job. Children. Friends. People you know, people who dig deep, and people who leave. Life is a trip. Literally. I started my day today at an Estate…