In All Directions (A Mother’s Day Story)

In All Directions (A Mother’s Day Story)

Seven years ago on Mother’s Day eve, when my kids were ten and six years old, I decided to sit in ceremony with a dear medicine woman sister. It was just the two of us. In my fantasy, it would be a sweet, nurturing Mother’s Day gift to myself, a chance to open my...
Turning Bare-Chested Towards Loss

Turning Bare-Chested Towards Loss

 This morning, as I awakened alone inside the quiet warmth of my bed, I found myself contemplating the habitual way we brace ourselves against loss. I was considering a dear friend of mine, who is facing a particularly grueling passage of loss, inside a lifetime full...