Refuge
An Interlude
It's Okay to be a Dilettante
I was 19 or 20, in college, when I showed enough competence to pass an introductory piano class. I was about to turn 40 when I got a keyboard to learn on at
Monster Within
Sometimes I’m a much meaner mom than I want to be, or even thought I could be. When my coping mechanisms are out of order and my son defies a request one
In the Elements
Understatement of the year: It is rainy in Oregon’s Willamette Valley. In the throes of wet season, my husband and I sarcastically say to each other about once a week, “It really
The Spiral
Being a mom means holding it together.
Being a woman means holding it together.
I am usually good at holding it together. People have told me that I seem like a bastion of