Wendy's Excellent Adventure

I was reading a book in which the protagonist found self-awareness (and self-forgiveness and really, his ultimate self) through, among other...

Dear Zekey, Yesterday you turned eight years old.  You were with your dad this weekend, so I didn't get to wake you up with hugs and k...

I feel like I spend a lot of time exposing myself to strangers. Well, not a *lot* of time, I guess.  Certainly not in proportion to my tim...

A friend and I were recently talking about friendships and love affairs, and whether you can ever truly know someone.  Oftentimes, when you ...

Stress and depression and physical malaise are like a self-fulfilling prophesy.  You feel down and you lose motivation to do anything so you...

From the old pictures, I can see that he was a handsome young man.  Tall, clear-eyed, with a kind face.  A good athlete, particularly adept ...

These days, I have a feeling of momentum. For a few years, at least, it seems like it's been one trauma or stressor after another, whe...

The irony of moving around from country to country as a kid is that it left me feeling like I had great experiences in various locations, bu...

One of the things that kind of cracks me up about Colorado is that there is no gradual change of seasons.  It changes in a day, and that...

I've been writing quite a bit about this stuff, but it's on my mind, because suddenly I'm communicating with a bunch of guys and...

It started around the middle of the afternoon on Friday: sore throat, swollen and tender lymph nodes in my neck, fever-chill.  I figured it ...

Last week my Denver sorority buddies and I had a lovely dinner.  We caught up on what everyone is doing and how our families and kids are a...

My dearest Josephine, This morning I woke up and went into your room and sat on the floor next to your bed.  I pushed your hair out of you...

Sometimes I feel like I live in a weird parallel universe in which I'm the only sane one, while craziness swirls around me. I was walk...

"Mrs. J?" My mother received a phone call at work.  It was the babysitter. "Yes? Is everything OK with the kids?" ...

Later on, when we were driving through Breckenridge on our way back to Denver, I was talking on the phone with my mom and joking about how c...

It has been a year . A year of difficult milestones, a year of the ebb and flow of grief, a year of heartbreak compounded by stress and de...

Recently a friend referred to me as a "single parent."  Which kind of took me aback, because I don't think of myself as a sing...

I've been walking to work, off and on, for about 10 months.  There are only so many variables in the route, so at this point I'm fam...

Yesterday morning the kids and I were riding the number 10 bus into town, on the way to camp and work.  Zeke was sitting in the back row pla...