I stared long and hard.  The image seemingly becoming larger the longer I looked at it.  I could feel my mood crumble as a grumble moved up to my mouth.  “Are you kidding me?” I wanted to shout into the screen. hashtagcoparenting??  How about hashtaghard; hashtagcomplicated; hashtagtheoppositeofholdinghands. It was like staring at a picture of…

She wrote them all out:  42 reasons that she loved me, a gift for my 42nd birthday.   Each reason was handwritten on a separate notecard. “When I tell you drama, you tell me the truth about what you think.”  “You are okay with random Target runs.”  “You pretend to not know when we do things like…

There I am.  Whirling and twirling amid bubbles on my 7th birthday in my peach party dress.  Not a care in the world, perfectly present, and feeling loved and special in every way.  I love this image.  I love who I am in this moment.  I refer to it often – particularly around my birthday. …

It started slowly. I started getting sick to my stomach prior to plane trips.  And then I was nauseous on road trips.  The triggers were random and illogical given my lifelong love of travel.  It took me a while to notice and connect the dots given my travel time was no less than months in…

She was born last night.  Just before midnight Rowan arrived on April 5, 2017 after much anticipation into her parents’ arms.  Rowan is the granddaughter of my long time paralegal, Lori.  In the last couple of weeks, as the birth became imminent, Lori was asked by her middle son to be in the delivery room…

She told a heartbreaking tale:  Of a marriage long desired, of children finally born, and of it all unraveling after.  Her marriage now finds itself in a house with two middle school age children and a spouse she barely considers a confidante.  Intimacy of any kind deserted them more than a decade ago.  And these…

Each year I send a photo of my first spotting of a spring flower to my longtime friend, Melodee, in Anchorage. She sends me back a picture of her snow covered driveway.  It is a pause to appreciate the perpetual power of the seasons. Every year the crocus counsels me on the inevitability of spring….

I remember the instantaneous excitement I felt when the girls came home from school and enthusiastically reported that Anna got a part in the play.  As someone who did my own share of performances in junior high and high school, I was thrilled to see her so excited to experience the unique kind of magic…

By the time I was sixteen I knew I was a one man woman. I fell in love with the long-haired guitar playing hippie and remained madly so until I was half way through college. A serial monogamist, I love being coupled. Being coupled means an ever present partner for the small joys that fill…

“I just want it over,” he said. I remember he’d been insistent he get the earliest available appointment. When asked whether he had been referred to a specific attorney he said, “Yes. But just get me in. I need someone now.” There were no allegations of intimate partner abuse, of bank accounts being emptied or…

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