I’ve been going to Teller Lake most evenings with my husband to walk and look at ducks. Walking is my way of saying, Lord I’m tired and my brain is too full. The apricot and lavender clouds over the black silhouette of the mountains is God’s way of...
I’ve spent most of the last few weeks or so worrying about my 84-year-old mother, feeling unreasonable amounts of emotion for my 84-year-old mother, writing love poems for my 84-year-old mother, trying to get my 84-year-old mother to move in with us, making the argument...
So you’re walking along the trails that used to be farm roads east of Boulder. All all the cows are gone (sad.) But all the gates are open (great.) Because you are caught without hand sanitizer, and last time you sort of stared at the closed gate, then...
photo by Oscar Houck. You seemed like such a good idea at the time It took me a while to figure out where to put your hair, but i think it worked out pretty well — A little bit on top, and on the special bits And clever! you really...
Yesterday my husband and I went to Denver, intending to take fresh loaves of bread from our fantastic local bakery to my mom and sister and sister’s neighbor. Something Biblical in that — loaves of bread before the plague — but not being Jesus, we...
The way I see it, the moment we learn to walk we embark on a Heroine's Journey. The Heroine's Journey is based on mythologist Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey -- the plot structure common to adventure stories from cultures the world over. Simply put, we start, untransformed,...