Walking With Ancestors

I stood in the warm spring sunshine of the morning, cleaning out the garbage pail. The most current tenants across the way played somethi...

Equinox is the mid-point between the longest night of the year and the longest day. We already feel the effects of the lengthening days b...

Whitcher sisters Ellen, Harriet, Emma*, & Frances. Across the country today, women are standing up and stepping forward and being s...

This is a post I first published March 2, 2011, about the grief I felt over the loss of our middle cat Luna. Her death was the impetus fo...

I am an English mutt. But don’t let the fact that they kept diligent records fool you. For as many names as you see here, there were so m...

I wrote this the night Carrie Fisher died. But my heart hurt too much to finish it. When her mother, Debbie Reynolds, died the next day, ...

Last year I woke Christmas morning in my private rehab room, legs thickly bandaged. My head was laying on a handmade pillowcase decorated ...