Me, My Dad and The Queen In March of 1983, I was living in Yosemite National Park when Queen Elizabeth II came through on a tour. The Queen came to California as one of her regular jaunts around the globe to meet dignitaries, see sights and spread good will. In this case, she’d been personally…
At the outset of the pandemic, I entered a Zen intensive with a most unusual sensei. Here is my essay about what I learned from my pet fish last year, titled “100 Days of Romeo.” Romeo is a fish that lives in our kitchen. My daughter chose him from a pet store four years ago,…
A woman seeks out my husband daily and shows me how to be better at loving There is another woman in our town who loves my husband. Her name is Pam. Every time she sees him, which is sometimes five days a week, when they part ways she raises her crumpled hand in the air…
Hi friends! I have an essay in the new issue of the Timberline Review, Willamette Writers’ literary journal. Hooray! The theme of the journal is “Connections”. My essay is titled “Pam Says I Love You.” The first line is “There is another woman in our town who loves my husband.” My essay sits alongside many…
What I Learned About Survival When My Baby Died How an experience 17 years ago prepped me for the pandemic My recent essay, selected by the site editors to be featured on Medium, about love, loss, and a big experience from my past that feels pretty darn relevant today. Thanks for reading, friends, and be…
This one is my ode to grief. Originally published by Hip Mama, 2018 Hip Mama published one of my early essays, 15 years prior, about this same life experience. Feels extra appropriate that they chose to publish this one, too. Baking Cupcakes for the Dead Fifteen years ago, my first baby was born…