When I wake, I’m facing a work area with curtains to my sides. It’s an odd feeling to find you’ve been moved while unconscious. It reminds me of being a little kid and falling asleep in the car on the way home from my grandparents’. I would become dimly aware of being...
Bob and I are up early; check-in time is 6:30 AM. I’m not allowed to eat, but mercifully, black coffee is permitted. I feel more resigned than apprehensive. Since I have to do this, let’s get it done. I’m so rarely up this early that it feels other-worldly to be...
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.