I keep thinking about that walk with Mae, the one where she connected the cycle of nature to her Grandpa Dean so naturally. There was something in her certainty that stayed with me. Not just the sweetness of it, but the truth of it. Everything changes. Our bodies, our abilities, the people we love. Even […]

A few weeks ago, I wrote about a conversation with my daughter that stopped me in my tracks. That moment made me think about something I’ve been carrying for almost two years now. My dad was an art professor and accomplished artist—someone whose work hangs in museums, who wrote books about creating, who taught for […]

Yesterday, my daughter and I went for an actual walk. I know that doesn’t sound like much, but if you have a preschooler, you know what I mean. For the past couple of years, “going for a walk” has meant stopping every three feet to examine a stick, having a meltdown about the wind blowing, […]