Through The Looking Glass: It's All About Choice
This year, my sister Sue picked “Choice” as her word to live by. It’s a liberating word, giving each of us the opportunity to select...
Through The Looking Glass: In January, I Trust
January is a sneaky month, each year showing up with its quiet chilly whisper telling us it’s okay to shake off yesterday and start...
Through the Looking Glass: Lessons In Magic
I've become a creature of habit, my heart happily tick-ticking to the predictability of my days. Alarm clock set for 4:30. First cup of...
Through The Looking Glass: Letting Go
And so it is: I've completely lost my innate sense of how to parent. Poof, gone, evaporated. My daughter graduated from high...
Through The Looking Glass: Oh, Lighten Up
In this world, there are two things I am not: 1. A Physicist and 2. A runner. I adore simple words over science and a brisk fall walk...
Through the Looking Glass: Bronzed
His hair was black, matted and wild and his overcoat, maybe once tan, was caked in dirt. He was having what appeared to be a spirited...
Through The Looking Glass: A Place to Call Home
I’ve called Chico home for 30 years. I know it like the back of my aging hand, like a mother knows the sound of her baby girl’s cry. I...
Through The Looking Glass: Intention
in·ten·tion (n-tnshn) n. A course of action that one intends to follow. I’ve been Soul Searching; at best a messy expedition that...
Through The Looking Glass: Trip Around the Sun
What a difference a year makes. Rewind 365 days, please. It's New Year's Eve, 2009 and I'm about ready to tear into a $15.78 crab from...
Through The Looking Glass: 1969
I was four when Neil Armstrong and Buzz Alldrin stepped foot on the moon, boldly declaring a small step for man and a giant leap for...
