Yesterday, at the freeway off-ramp that leads to our neighborhood, I “saw” Joey. I saw his little, humble, hand-me-down oxidized green car with the surfboard rack on top, and through the windshield, I saw his wild curls atop his beautiful head. Many years ago, I was on the other side of that intersection when I … Read more

We happened upon a cold plunge. As I got closer, I saw a group of Native Americans in a ziggy-zag single file line, laughing as they joyfully dipped into the cold river, with icy water coming from the glaciers and snow on Mt. Hood. (I’ve previously toyed with the idea of cold plunge therapy, mostly … Read more

“Eyes reflecting the secrets of the divine dance and twine like pools of moonlit serenity, offering a glimpse of heaven.”–Unknown     For one who loves adventure, This long, circuitous one has been most unwelcome. Pain was the tour guide… The engineer. Pain placed a hood over my head, And I became blind. It grabbed … Read more

 While chasing waterfalls on my birthday eve, I lost my sole. Well, technically two. Having completed roughly 85% of our Latourell Falls loop in the Columbia River gorgeous-gorge, I became a little tripped up: The undercarriage of my right hiking boot became a flap. I lifted my foot and saw that the sole was like … Read more

    I revere the humble human in a recovery group’s metal folding chair. They tend to risk and reveal more than a church member in a pew. The bravest and strongest people I know show their “weakness” and are truly self-aware. They are awake. We don’t know what we don’t know, nor when we’re … Read more

  Last weekend, we finished the third season of Britbox’s “Blue Lights.” In the finale, a sub-theme was faith: believing in what’s possible. It really boiled down to the choices available. In the show, the line was “Faith or shite.” I liked it—wanted to remember it—and so I took a photo. It resonated because when … Read more

First, it’s a lump in the throat, and then, virtually without fail, the tears flow in that same direction. It’s a slippery passageway. No trigger warning. I am blindsided by a sound, an image, anything, really. And it’s most days. Always labeled sensitive (mostly “too sensitive”), I’ve never found accessing feelings a stretch. But now … Read more

We have work to do. The Instagram page “He’s So Mid” is revolutionary. In her brilliance, Becca Ann calls out online commenters who ridicule women’s appearance, casting an unflattering light on the hecklers. She flips the script with a subtle “You’re one to talk” reality check. If you look at the He’s so Mid posts, … Read more

  Historically, I’ve been selective about posting about politics. It’s messy and invites conflict; it rarely feels productive. But I wrote something the other day that felt true and, I think, is worth repeating: “I believe so many of the people in my life who have supported him and still support him would say they … Read more

“Women as property” is as old as time. Of course, I don’t speak for all women. Just this one. I thought I’d found my voice years ago. As it turns out, I’m still finding it. This reel appeared in my feed a few days ago, and it struck me as the most powerful piece of … Read more