I’ve received a similar email from several friends this past year.  The email tells a terribly sad story and usually starts with: “My friend’s daughter/ husband/ mother just died in an accident/ in a car crash/ from cancer.  I want to be there for her,...

It’s nearing the end of July, drawing closer to August 14. I will never be able to think of August without trepidation again. I used to love camping.  Used to love being out in nature. I used to love Yosemite. I used to love trees.I used to have my...

Today is the last day of school.  Dragon missed the entire year.  Dragon missed a whole year of learning, of experiences, of frustrations and having fun.  He missed Spanish 2 and Physics and the annual Dodgeball tournament and getting his driver’s permit and the beginnings...

There was a day about this time last year where I was cleaning out my pantry.  I found an old ice cream maker that we had bought when the kids were just babies, that I had put away and forgot all about.  Inspired, I bought...

Hannah and I were taking a walk the other day, and the conversation drifted to a thought prompted by a book she’s reading.  “Moving forward,” Hannah said to me, “is different from moving on.” “Oh yeah?  How so?” I asked, curious. “What do those terms mean...

I was walking on the trail this morning and ran into our friend, Dan, who was at the concert.  "It's really great," he said, "what you and Daniel are doing with the Foundation." What he doesn't realize, and what I'm realizing now, is that the Foundation...

I've become friendly with other mothers that have lost a child.  It's a terrible club to which none of us want to belong.  They are moms like me, they are my age, they live nearby. Knowing them and talking with them make me feel less...