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  It’s not like I remembered. That’s what I kept thinking as I sat with my family going through old pictures. I’d seen the photographs a hundred times but this time I was seeing details that I’d never noticed before. Art on a wall, a book on a table, a tree in the background… I drove down the street of our childhood home. The old house was torn down long ago but… Read More

I’ve read some great posts lately which have given me insight into the process of healing. I’ll share the links at the bottom. So often, we think of healing as something we’re doing for ourselves so that we can stand to live in our skin, tolerate difficult circumstances or move on from people, choices and events. We dig deep, confront demons and forgive. We change our perception, accept responsibility and honor what… Read More

My son starts kindergarten today. I could probably just leave it at that and many of you would know exactly what I’m thinking and feeling.

Living in the desert in the summer can be a form of sensory deprivation. The sky becomes so pale it’s almost white, the brightness of the sun is unrelenting and all the colors are muted. Nothing has scent in the desert until it gets wet and our blessed summer monsoon season hasn’t yet begun.

I left the workforce when my oldest was 6 months old. That was 5 years ago and since then, I’ve done a variety of freelance work to make ends meet so that I could stay home with my kids. While I’ve had a certain amount of responsibility, I’ve been in control of how little or how much I work. Recently, my husband and I took over a full-fledged business and I now… Read More

I’ve always been plagued with having a horrible memory. I know people who can recall every detail from elementary school, every friend they sat with at lunch and every birthday gift they ever received. If it wasn’t for one of my best friends who has that kind of memory, my high school years would be a blur. If it wasn’t for my journals, my past would be mostly lost. My childhood memories are… Read More

Change is going on all around me; in my personal life, in the lives of people I care about and in the lives of total strangers. In a lot of ways, I really like change but lately I’ve been feeling resistant to it.  You don’t have to be a Trekkie to understand what the Borg meant when they said, “Resistance is futile.”

My husband and I got a late start with baby making. I was 38 when we had our son and a few days shy of 40 with our daughter. Considering that we originally weren’t going to have kids at all, the planets aligned perfectly for us. We had an early miscarriage and a breech baby but we ended up with two remarkably healthy kids.

I have two younger brothers in their 20’s. The older of the two is turning 29 this year and in honor of his last year as a twenty-something, I’m sharing my take on this important decade. Dear Brothers,

Grandpa was 89 when he died on Veteran’s Day. He had recovered from other serious illnesses and while I knew there was a chance he could recover again, this time felt different. When the end came, there were several family members surrounding and holding him. The bed was down as low as it could go so that Grandma, his wife of 68 years and bent by osteoporosis, could hold Grandpa’s hand more… Read More