The Power of a Place Holder

I always have more than one book on the go. In fact, I’m usually reading eight or 10 books at a time, including the audiobooks I’ve lovingly queued on my library app and three or four work-related research books. When I look across my desk or on the floor in my office or even piled three-deep on […]

My Sacred Place Was a Palo Verde Tree

When I was twelve, my sacred places were a palo verde tree with boards nailed to it and a circle of mesquite trees that, in a land barren of shade, formed a shadowy grove. Growing up in Tucson, my life dried up. My family descended into chaos, my sense of self went dormant, my friendships withered […]

Letting Ourselves Be Loved

I nearly didn’t go to the women’s retreat. But when your husband urges you to leave behind the dishes, the looming deadlines, and the “to do” lists to escape to the mountains for the weekend, you listen. I signed up two days before the trip, wondering what I was getting myself into. Women’s retreats are […]

Failure to Thrive

How long do we need to live somewhere before it feels like home? A year? Two years? Ten? It’s been three years since we relocated from Chicago to Colorado and my husband and I have had approximately 200 conversations about staying, going, and the metaphorical roots, weeds and soil of home. We didn’t anticipate the […]

Dear Kadija

Dear Kadija (aka, Black African in Libya), I am sorry. My heart shatters into a thousand pieces at every remembrance of you. I cannot forget you, because I look exactly like you. I am so sorry. I am sorry that it took a CNN report of the live auction of you in 2017 for the […]