This morning, walking Roxie on our route through International Friendship Park, the sun lower in the sky than yesterday, I stopped to talk with what appeared to be the supervisor of a construction...

Scott and his dad were less interested in this part of the story, so I was less interested in telling them. I’d rather tell you. Sometimes I wake up knowing things. It’s not like I had a revelation,...

What’s a medium supposed to look like? I had imagined flowing robes and crystals, but Maria Legget wore cargo pants and a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off her tattoos. Her white-gray hair was...

On Monday, I sat in a too-low chair in front of a too-big attorney’s desk to sign papers to sell Beloved Field. Scott was in the chair closest to the door, I was closest to the window, and Mike, his...

As my mom’s short-term memory softens, shrinks, and fades, other residents are taking up space in her mind. Criticism has given way to kindness. Anxiety has given way to acceptance. Depression (I...

I don’t know what I’m feeling. If the limbic system is wordless, then maybe I shouldn’t search for a label, but an image. I’m feeling ocean. I’m feeling ocean as it felt on the swim I took on Sunday...