I write to remember, to question, and to connect. Here you’ll find essays, stories, and fragments of life — all the ways I try to make sense of the world, one sentence at a time.
Citizen
At sixty-six, I had gotten very used to my life. Not in a bad way. In a relieved way. My husband Marc and I had a good life. A mid...
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PROLOGUE There are stories we tell to survive — and then there are the ones we finally tell because we’re ready to live . This is not a... -
At sixty-six, I had gotten very used to my life. Not in a bad way. In a relieved way. My husband Marc and I had a good life. A mid... -
In, 1982 when my after died, some of my relatives went through my father's ranch in Washington state. There in a study was a roll top ...
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