Sometimes You Gotta Let it Go
lant some shrubbery,” my friend Tina said, as she waited for her teriyaki bowl. I’d just told her how fragile I felt, how that morning I’d already been tearful about a loved one’s health...
What Makes Today Holy
ere it is, my first whisper-quiet, blank-canvas Saturday of 2015. The family still sleeps, and there's a smoothness to this return to normalcy after all the holiday bustle, the houseguests, and the...
How to Have a Happy Childhood—at Any Age
t’s never too late to have a happy childhood. A close friend shared that gem with me recently, something she took away from her Adult Children of Alcoholics (ACA) study. I’m so proud of her, doing...
Until Spring Comes Around
[typography font="Shadows Into Light Two" size="20" size_format="px" color="#8db09e"]{First posted a number of Octobers ago, this piece expresses my wonder and gratitude for the simple things Garth does that make me feel...
What’s God Alluding To?
louds conceal the mountaintops today. Thick and gray. Foreboding even. But I have a hunch something is happening behind the clouds, beyond what my eyes can see. There’ve been clues: the...
What Matters More than the Choices We Make
n September, my high desert world turns all golden. It starts down low, as the native grasses go to straw. Then seemingly overnight, yellow tips appear on the rabbitbrush that superabounds in our neck of...
