Another Mother’s Day lens
I was a month old, adopted into a new family. My mother suddenly found herself holding a living version of […]
Morning Workouts
I’m not one to jump out of bed and go for a 10-mile run, but some days I am able to write for 30 minutes or an hour, which is pretty much the same thing.
The name game
Words cast their powerful spell on me when I was a month old. They changed me from one person into
Written in stone
The rock beneath us feels solid. But once you begin to read the stories it tells, things shift. You begin
Unexpected birthday gift
Birthdays have always been a mixed bag of feelings for me. Happy to still be here. Happy that people want
Living with ghosts
This Halloween, I’ll offer a nod to a few of my ghosts, in hopes of them doling out treats instead
Where I belong
“Scattered islands, underwater volcanoes, reefs, and fragments of continents in the ancient Pacific Ocean jammed together as the ocean plate
Mother’s Day is different this year
Below, a photo of my mother, holding me about a week after I came into her life. I was 5
The beauty of ‘not yet’
An eye-level hummingbird feeder. No brightly colored guests this morning. Not yet. A mottled gray sky. No sun or streaks
Happy birthday, dear birth mom
Today is my birth mother’s birthday. If we could celebrate her long life with brunch, I’d make a quiche Lorraine,
The landscape of memory, revisited
Some people seem to inhabit a life where childhood memory is a lush jungle. Daily routines cover the ground like