02 Oct Wired for Connection
We were stopped at a red light when Emma pointed to the birds lined up on a power line. She grinned and said, “They’re recharging.” I must have looked confused,...
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25 Sep Sandcastles at High Tide
Every sixty seconds the digital frame on our kitchen counter offers me another reminder of how fast time moves. The images tumble out in no particular order, first days of...
18 Sep The Serious Work of Being Silly
Webster is a little white duck who rides along on the rearview mirror of my car. He looks like he’s perched on a swing, dangling from a thin cord. On...
11 Sep Carrying love
By eight in the morning it was already one hundred degrees in Phoenix. I was driving home from dropping the girls at school, the news playing on the radio, the...
04 Sep Desire Paths
If you’ve ever walked across a park or campus and noticed an unplanned trail worn into the grass, you’ve seen a “desire path.” It’s the contrast to the paved walkway,...
28 Aug Being Good to Ourselves Is Good for Others
When Ella was little, our living room often looked like her Montessori classroom at nap time. She arranged her dolls and stuffed animals lying in careful rows, then laid small...