Nurtured by Food– Moving Towards Awe
“The words “wow” and “awe” are the same height and width, all w‘s and short vowels. They could dance together. Even when, maybe especially when, we don’t cooperate, this energy–the breath, the glory,...
View ArticleOur Yard: Before and After
In April we signed a lease for our third year in this home. When we’re finished with this year, we will have lived here longer than any other spot during our marriage. Even the two homes we owned! We...
View ArticleDeep waters
I’m pretty sure that within 15-minutes of posting last week’s cake recipe, in which I shared how nicely our summer was going, I had a complete meltdown, needing to leave Harry with the boys and take a...
View ArticleCultivating gratitude
Up until last night, all the job stuff looked very murky again. It has been such a ridiculous and complicated set of events that I’m not even going to try to share it here. Just know, we’ve been on a...
View ArticleWrong turns
One of my baby showers for Charlie included a time for sharing stories and advice. A very soulful, quiet woman, whose daughter was well into high school, looked me steady in the eye and said, “Just...
View ArticleA most wonderful, frigid adrenaline rush
This morning, while sipping my morning coffee, I jumped over to the Orca Network facebook page to see if anyone posted orca sightings. If that sentence doesn’t tell you enough, yes, I may have a...
View ArticleBack to the core
I entered the new year on my back. Not in an exciting sort of way. Quite the opposite, in fact. For a few days I regularly had an ice pack under my lumbar spine, popped pain medication and read The...
View ArticleLet them cry
I walked across the crowded playground on a recent sunny winter afternoon to spot Miles while he climbed a structure. A tiny tot, younger than three, tripped and fell as I passed. I stopped to comfort...
View ArticleGravitating towards beauty
The older I get the more I realize why an appreciation of beauty so often seems to deepen with age. We’re increasingly exposed to pain, grieving feels like a constant, disasters and wretched acts...
View ArticleRehabilitation
“Kathleen! Do you have a moment?” my neighbor asked after spotting Miles and I pull up by bike one afternoon last week. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for weeks. Has anyone told you about Mrs....
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