I’m good at worrying. Lots of practice. But most of what I worry about  never happens and I’ve wasted all that precious time. Before the trip to Argentina, I began the morning with my typical...

“So much wasted time.” David Cassidy, last words from his death bed, age 67, as reported by his daughter. My trip to Argentina included a 10-hour layover in Miami. I invested part of that time with...

The concept of ‘Future Me’ has helped me be a better person this year, to roll my shopping cart right past the chocolate aisle. Present Me, who used to be Future Me, has thanked Past Me for making...

Thank you. My mom's dementia. The bag lady (again). Roxie. 400 cookies. Inherited family trauma. Internal Family Systems. A name in stone. Thank you for being here, for all of it. My fingers...

When I walk Roxie, if I am feeling lonely (it happens), I—silently—remind myself of all my relations, and I greet them. “Hello, tree! We are relations!” To the gray river behind the trees, “Hello,...

Even though grief is a cold ocean and relief a warm sigh, they can both be in my chest at the same time. I can grieve what my mother is losing, what we are losing, while I am glad to be home,...