All Alone On Mother’s Day

All Alone On Mother’s Day

I woke up this Mother’s Day to an odd Sunday quiet.  The boys were with Grandma on a sleepover. Ethan was in Northern California golfing.  Even our dog Blueberry was in the other room, where I’d put her last night, grabbing the chance to be...
Happy Birthday To Mom

Happy Birthday To Mom

Today is my mom’s 79th birthday. This photograph was taken on MY 48th birthday, just six weeks before she died. She was so ill, literally being eaten alive by “the emperor of all maladies.” But did she decide to stay home? Nope. Not only did she come...
Follow Your Nose

Follow Your Nose

Such a grumpy morning.  Too many obligations.  Too many tangles in the book chapter I’m writing.  Frustration, worthlessness, anxiety will not get the hell off my desk. I close my computer, grab my sunglasses–the day outside is brilliant blue–and...
A Year In Southern Spain

A Year In Southern Spain

Adrian’s jellyfish stings faded slowly, the tentacle marks blistered and red.  It also took several days for the rocking to subside, even when standing perfectly still. Todd diagnosed “inner ear fatigue,” which makes one feel the motion of the ocean long after...
Sailing A Star-Crossed Sea, Part 2

Sailing A Star-Crossed Sea, Part 2

My friend Colleen, an experienced sailor, will say I have missed the magic of the wind and the waves, the hiss of the hull through water so deep its bottom is just a spark of the imagination.  I will say she is right–I am evolved enough to know I’m missing...