All Things Considered – Fogdog

It’s the Word of the Day today. Fogdog. It means, a bright spot sometimes seen in a fog bank. Fogdog chimed as it arrived in my inbox at 7:40. Like most every other morning this summer, I was already awake when it popped up… Read More



Because it’s been a bit of a tradition for me to sit down and reflect and write about our marriage each year on our anniversary, I’m here, at not quite seven in the morning, remembering that thirteen years ago, at this hour of thin yellowish… Read More

When Life…

I survived the long winter by breathing slowly. One morning, I stood in the yard with a mug of coffee and my husband, snow falling and Dharma bouncing in and out of fluffy white piles, and I breathed. I counted the beats of my heart.… Read More