41Oct 3, 2014
This week, a departure for Kevin and me, a Sabbath rest: Tucked away, pulled back from the busy road and held–but lightly–by the trees, we hide beneath the fog. Sound is magnified here, somehow, or perhaps it is that other noise removed leaves room for hearing birdsong, the cheeky chatter of squirrels, the deep-throated gurgle […]
42Jul 26, 2013
Just as the morning becomes, we run together beneath the sun. A light breeze wraps our shoulders. I glance up at the sky—blue, the color rich like Morpho wings, with wisps of sea foam cloud. I stare hard, gasping. Day after day, the heavens pour forth speech. “They have no speech, they use no words; […]
43May 24, 2013
Just home. The front door opens as we pull into the drive, as my friend and I unfold our legs and think toward dislodging my bags, my chair, the hat I wear on the beach. Our conversation hangs unfinished and that suits us fine. Conversations between true friends never really end anyway. We leave the […]
44Feb 17, 2012
Source: healthyfitandtoned.tumblr.com via Elysa on Pinterest Won’t you come and run with me? The skies are blue, the sun warm and guilding life with gold, the road open with possibility. I am a runner. And it teaches. And I’m not trying to be dramatic about it, but the truth is this: I never believed I […]
45Jan 24, 2012
The first time I served soup after Adam’s teacher helped us expand his diet, Adam went in the kitchen, got a paper towel, and then tried to dry up all the extra liquid in his bowl. I still make him eat soups, but I always know he’s going to be less than excited about it. […]
46Jan 6, 2012
Last week, Kevin and I went backpacking on the Appalachian Trail. I loved it. And I hated it. And now, days later, I still want to go back. Identity intrigues me, the way we allow the details of life to shape our perception of possibility; the way I have limited my own view of who […]
47Nov 18, 2011
“But…I don’t want to be fat.” That’s what Zoe said to me, months ago, her diabetes yet undiagnosed, her body slowly consuming itself. I looked at her, sitting there at the breakfast table picking at a piece of toast, and I thought, “I wonder when I started thinking that way.” By then, her bones had […]