This Business of Aging

At every age and stage of my life, there have been specific words that triggered something in me—sometimes that something looked like resentment or strong disagreement, even a visible feistiness. More often, however, the clearest emotion rising from specific words or phrases has been . . . shame. During my growing up years, any reference […]

Learning to Let Go

Do you sometimes feel as though you’re carrying around a rucksack full of rocks? Yeah, that’s been true for me, too. Perhaps it has something to do with being a Type Two on the Enneagram. Perhaps it has more to do with being a female of “a certain age.” And maybe it has a heckuva […]

Things I Have Observed in Silence

I am six years old. The bathtub is full of mediocre bubbles. I am on my back and my hair is floating around my head like so much kelp in the water. The ceiling straight above me has an aging water stain from the ice storm the year before. I stay there until the water […]

Brave, Finally

I am at the big kid playground with my younger son. There is a twisting slide as tall as our house and monkey bars that curve like a giant wave. An eight-foot tall spider web of tubing towers over us. In a few minutes the school bell will ring and we will collect my oldest […]

Glory on the Doorstep

It’s here, you know. All around you. Wherever you may live, however beautiful or troubled your life might be at this particular moment in time, it’s near you, as near as your breath. I could palpate it in the room where my mother was dying last year. I see it almost every time I look—really […]