The other night my mom put on the Bee Gees and sang along while she cleaned up dinner in the kitchen. My dad sat nearby in his wheelchair. He was a little low and a little sleepy, but he watched my mom, and I watched him watching her, and it was so tender I had […]

If you’d asked me a month ago what a glioblastoma is, I’d have shrugged. A month ago, I had literally no idea that such a thing even existed. But several weeks ago, my dad suffered a series of sudden and alarming seizures that led to not one but two emergency brain surgeries, and now he […]

The mountains are breathtaking and more than a little overwhelming at times, and yet there’s a quietness in the mountains too, a sort of otherworldly separateness in the high clear air, that resets the worried pace of my soul.

Week 1 Quarantine-Elisa was really going places. She was taking the kids hiking, she was reading books outside, and she was soaking up oodles of sunshine and thoroughly enjoying the fresh, cool air.

Plastering on a smile and saying that technology is wonderful at a time like this feels kind of like slapping #blessed on the end of a post about how exhausting your life is. It’s the candy coating on a turd sandwich, the bow on a present that no one wants. It’s a way of taking a crummy situation and trying to act as though it isn’t a crummy situation, which is only a pseudo-Christian approach to difficult times.