“No one can do it [grief] for us, we do not have to do it alone.” — Ashley Judd
I was expectedly exhausted and unexpectedly emotional as I made my way to the Cathedral Easter morning. Driving the dark and deserted…
As Lola and I began our morning hike to the top of Speckled Mountain in Maine’s White Mountain National…
This past winter when I settled into the kitchen for the afternoon to make a pot of soup or batch of beans, I usually asked…
Henri put a wrinkle in my well-crafted vacation plans. Slated to spend five days on an island in Maine just as the storm…
Late one February afternoon, the familiar Rock Creek Park trails were icy and slippery. Though…
The ground was squishy underfoot. Rain and sleet in the days prior brought a deep soak that left much of the familiar trail…
“Make the bed quickly, he’s dying,” the nurse said to me quietly as she hustled into another room. Some nights on the hospice…
The trees’ long shadows caught my eye as soon as we stepped onto the Mall. The sun, low on the horizon, was blindingly bright…