Fourteen hours into our flight to New Zealand, Shya sat across from me on my foot rest with the fold down table between us. The steward covered the table with white linen and voilà: we had an airborne café. The journey to this unknown land had...
I went on a fishing trip up to a remote area in Canada, about an hour’s ride by helicopter south and west of Juneau, Alaska. Ariel wasn’t with me on this particular venture so mornings and evening meals were with the host family, guides and...
I was sitting at my desk when I heard my husband Thomas talking on speaker phone with someone in the other room. The conversation sounded so cheerful, exciting, and inviting that I felt magically drawn to the sound of their voices. I went over to him...
I woke up early this morning, long before light, and was overcome with the experience: I love my life. I read some messages from friends of mine, conversing with each other about projects they’re involved in, and was touched by their brilliance, generosity, spirit and heart. I love...
It was a late August morning on the river and water was low. The current moved slowly and so did I. My arms felt heavy, my gaze relaxed. Lazy thoughts drifted by - I should be more motivated. I should do more. Standing in the water,...
On the antiquated subway car that day, Andy discovered that his ears were perfect. Oh but there had been a time when they were not. Kids can be cruel after all. Growing up in St. Joseph, Missouri, Andy was a normal boy except for one thing...
I gently stroked her silky fur but did not disturb her sleep. Did this infuse her kitten dreams and make them oh-so-sweet? ...
I entered the lodge in search of coffee. This was the last full day of our fishing adventure in British Columbia, and Shya had gone out early to fish before breakfast. The fire was crackling, the room cozy and within a half an hour or...
I’ve been writing this blog in my head for several days now. The title and first sentence changes but the outcome is always the same. I’ve entitled this: I wanted the outcome to be different I can still taste him on my lips It...
I don’t think I’m special. In fact, I’m sure that I’m not. This story started a long time ago when I wasn’t capable of tying my shoelaces – and maybe even before that. I looked up to the people around me, as did you, and...