Pretend They Aren’t There

I’m a worrier. Always have been. After years of practice, I’ve elevated it to an art. I shape my worries the way a woodworker shapes the spindles of a chair. I buff and polish them, smooth as river teeth. There are the little worries, the daily stresses we all deal with that niggle at that little OCD part of the soul: … Read more

So Much Nature

One of those last, blissful mornings of summer, I went for a walk with my 15-year-old son, the same walk I took most every summer morning. But this walk was different: instead of turning over to-do lists and worries in my mind as I walked, I wanted to be focused on the here and now. My son would be entering his sophomore year … Read more