Year After Year
Mother’s Day. I hate it. No matter how much I lower my expectations, no matter how hard my husband and kids try to get me just the right thing, to be thoughtful for a few hours, or to bake something…
The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It goes amongthings that change. But it doesn’t change.People wonder about what you are pursuing.You have to explain about the thread.But it is hard for others to see.While you hold it you can’t get lost.Tragedies…
Is Any of This Real?
How many times have I heard my sister say, “I need to touch it”? Whether we were shopping at the mall, appreciating a friend’s new dress, or entertaining my kids, the words have invariably crossed her lips. She says it…
What Do You Stand For?
As I near the end of The Rape of the Mind, I look at the world I live in and think back over the past three years—and even over the last century—and I feel gratitude for the people in the…
