Photo by rawpixel on Unsplash It’s been apparent all week that I need to be here. There was and is much to sort out and it isn’t like Carol can hop out of bed and see to it herself. The level of disorganization seems pervasive. On Monday, Carol shook her head...
Bob and I are signed up to lead a snowshoe for our hiking club today. Everyone would understand if we cancelled, but I want to put boundaries around cancer. I’m not going to concede snowshoeing and hiking, they’re what make me feel alive, and maybe even strong. When...
I live, hike, and write in Salt Lake City.
I write mostly about losses of all kinds: grief, illness, coming from a messed-up family—and making a good life regardless of how rough the raw material is.