After college, I read Mary Catherine Bateson's Composing a Life. Even then I knew I wasn't destined for a linear career trajectory. My parent's hope for that smooth path died as soon as I came home from my second year of college and announced I was majoring in Religion. My first generation college student/accountant father was especially challenged by my choice.Read More
Dear Friends and Family,
Max has graduated high school! I still can’t believe it. So many of you have had a hand in raising this boy.
For those of you who were with me during the early and sometimes dark periods of new motherhood, thank you.
You, who joined me at Tompkins Square Park and celebrated birthdays of my bright blond boy in very small NYC spaces, thank you.
Those of us who together walked the city streets on 9/11 coming to terms with the fact that we were raising our children in a world very different from the one we were raised in….for your love, your hugs, your disbelief, and your witness to the good that we encountered during those days, thank you.Read More
The second day of our Obie reunion we decided to hike to see Marymere Falls in Olympic National Park. It was a short walk and close to the Lake Crescent Lodge where we were staying. It started off simple enough. For a prairie girl, the trees were the tallest I have ever seen. Green everywhere. Moss covered every limb. The omnipresent mist saturated everything. The hike was simple enough. We crossed a few bridges over Barnes Creek. It rained intermittently. We were sopping wet, even with our rain gear.Read More
What a great teacher fear can be. My first night at the Ojo Cabin I opted to potentially wet the bed instead of going to the outhouse in the middle of the night. My fear of creatures, combined with being alone, made my sense of adventure wane after sunset. For those who are curious? I didn't wet the futon.
The next morning, after making some low tech coffee, I met Dave's wife and the three of us visited. Dave encouraged me to walk the labyrinth before I left for Ojo Caliente Springs. The trail passed ancient pueblo ruins. The sun was bright. Dave was clearing the brush from the trail, so I figured if I screamed, he'd hear me.Read More