That week in the ICU we weren’t sure where my dad had gone, and if he was ever going to return to us. Today we say a prayer for those who need it, for those who are facing something they have never faced, trying to find the Christmas lights in the chaos and overwhelm of their emotion.


June 11, 2021

Part 6: Christmas Lights and Hail Marys

Can you imagine a woman going into a place and flipping tables and expressing rage? We would destroy her.


June 4, 2021

What would we all do if we weren’t trying to be “Good Women”?

It isn’t fair that he is alone. They had plans. They talked about getting that RV when they retired and traveling around the country to have an adventure of the lifetime—just like they had dreamed we would do as a family when we were little but time got away and reality set in and we never went.


May 28, 2021

Part 5: Heart Failure and Airstreams

Is following the yellow brick road really how it works? Follow follow follow follow…Can one just trust in her ideas, be open to the tiny breadcrumbs of inspiration that appear and savor each morsel as she walks forward in faith?


May 21, 2021

Part 4: Eggplant Parmesan and Rainy Afternoons

Billy watches me with curiosity as I pack our things for the hundredth time in less than six months and I am reminded of that Janis Joplin lyric, “Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose”.


May 14, 2021

Part 3: Art, Riots, and Grief

The message is clear: I must come back from the wild and be tamed by fear in spite of the intense and almost animalistic desire to remain free. To put it more simply, a girl traveling alone with her dog should be afraid for her life.


May 7, 2021

Part 2: Half Broke Horses and the Price of Freedom

We had waited for days to see her. Several sunrises and sunsets sitting by the river where they say the wild horses come to cross. I wanted to know what it looks like to be that free.


May 3, 2021

Part 1: Starting Over and Living the Path Least Taken

In the box were photographs from over the years, baby photos, dinner snapshots, my mother pregnant in a long dress with her leather brown boots that my sister now wears. A time capsule of memories. A letter dropped from one envelope. My mother’s handwriting, I catch my breath. Are there answers there perhaps? Answers to the things I would ask her if she were here?


April 23, 2021

Time Capsules and the Time My Parents Danced All Night

I sit on a Friday morning observing the world around me.  In this particular instance it is the social media world, a not so safe space with its pulse on the hearts of our people.  A woman from Hawaii posts a surfing video.  A beauty influencer shares her morning routine. A man promotes his protein […]


April 16, 2021

Why do we care less about Black lives

There is a movement happening around the world and in our nation in particular, where women are coming into their power and moving us in a new and better direction. It is hard. It is emotional. It is challenging. And women are still being hung in the town square in modern ways for their courage and convictions.


April 9, 2021

Trauma, Women, and the Path Forward

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