My grandma died this morning and I’m trying to imagine the world without her. This is odd to me, and unexpected, because my “Gigi” (so named after she became a Great Grandma over twenty years ago) hasn’t been an active part of my life for nearly a decade, and we’ve ...
This Spring has brought big changes to my life. I remember when I was a kid, growing up in the snowy white north of Upper Michigan, how Spring always revealed sleeping treasures. We’d spend Winter swathed in high snow banks, everything covered, sometimes with drifts way up over our heads. ...
I used to post my children’s birthdays on Facebook. Collages of photos: my baby as an infant, my baby as a toddler, my baby missing front teeth, my baby kicking a soccer ball, my baby graduating high school. My baby not a baby anymore, but all grown up. I don’t do that for any of them ...
People who grow up without religious baggage fascinate me. Like, what did you do– just grow up and explore? And then decide for yourself what you believed from what you learned and observed? These are honest, real questions wondered with awe and respect. Also, deep envy. Did you try out various ...
Can I blame the lack of a post update on “more doing, less talking?” Sort of. This is a blog about my writing life, of which healing my body is only a part of, and there’s been a whole lot of writing going on. It’s time to update the site for a new book coming out. ...
