As the result of a therapeutic exercise, I once attempted to make a list of all the places I have cried. The effort was futile; I…

I have realized in writing these blogs that I reference a lot of quotes. This is no surprise; as a writer, quotes have always been…

There are certain loves that stay with you. The things I loved at four, of course, differ from the things I love at 24. In…

My grandmother Audrey raised roses. She is nearly 94, today, though most of my memories of her are still cloaked in the sweet perfumes of…

A miracle is simply a shift in perspective. I lie on my yoga mat, inhaling; this simple statement sits in the air. It is silent,…