I think that when people read fiction, they're really reading for wisdom. I am. That's what most of us really love…

I am hesitantly stepping into 2022, much like stepping onto a frozen pond, not sure if the ice is solid enough to hold me. I remember skating as a child on too thin ice…

December is usually a difficult month for me. Childhood memories, my drive for perfectionism, and the obligations to socialize usually result in a stressful month, my anxiety at a peak...

Honoring our endings allows us to reflect on how we’ve grown, brings awareness to the ways we are developing, and supports us in connecting to what lies ahead…

What I call a windy day, the hawk regards as a carnival ride. While she inscribes great swooping arcs across the sky, I’m just trying to control my hair…

My doctor makes a point of asking how I am doing every time I see her. I don’t mean that she asks about my aches and pains…

Let the story of who you were send shivers down the spines of our granddaughters. Let them hear about you…

A baby cries in the night, and you go to pick him up. What were you going to do, take a book off a shelf and read what some expert has to say?

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. A time to be born and a time to die…

Every story begins inside a story that’s already begun by others. Long before we take our first breath, there’s a plot well underway…

My name was stolen from me at birth. My parents had chosen a name for me, but wanted to keep it secret until my birth.…

A few years back I shared a quote from my bulletin board with a client I was mentoring. Curiously, she asked me, what else do you have on your bulletin board?…

Twenty-five years ago I purchased a copy of Goodbye Mother, Hello Woman feeling the need to learn more about mother-daughter relationships…

Twice last week I was asked my occupation, and for the first time since I wrapped up my last consulting contract in January, I said I was retired. It was not easy to say…

David Whyte has a new book of poetry coming out, Still Possible, a title which he says perhaps speaks to all of us at every threshold in our lives, and most particularly in this time…

I am huddled in an Adirondack chair on the deck of our island home kept warm by my flannel nightgown and my husband’s hoodie, my quilt wrapped tight around me…

Thirteen years ago today, I bought the convertible VW bug featured in the photo as an early 50th birthday present to myself….

These days I am feeling the depth of my friendships. I can count my closest friends on two hands – you know who you are. Then there is this broader circle of women who I also call my friends…

My mother has been riding a medical rollercoaster this week and I have been along for the ride. It is time for a break…

I am already awake this morning, even though the sky is still dark and the hallways are silent. I woke up on my mother’s couch this morning, stiff, tired, and with a vague headache…