Could the lessons we learned in preschool inform a manifesto at this stage in the game? On a Saturday afternoon in late March, I found myself sloshing around in the dirty spring slush under the Tram at the Jackson Hole ski area, swaying to the sounds of the Dreadlocks (our…

Look it in the eye, embrace it, then abandon it — Wow, you landed on your feet,” a friend said recently regarding the abundance in my life despite a year dealing with an imploding marriage, Covid, employment drama, death, and housing insecurity. At times I don’t feel worthy of such contentment, but I remind myself that it’s a choice. …

I took a drive over Teton Pass between Jackson, Wyoming and Driggs, Idaho the other day to hook up with a girlfriend for a hike on one of our favorite trails. …

I had an abortion when I was 19. It was the summer of 1982 between my freshman and sophomore years at Stanford. My 23-year-old high school sweetheart got me a summer job with him as a ground laborer on an oil exploration crew working its way from Hayes, Kansas to…

A poem about the spring moon rising between a memory and a dream — As a young mother married to a mountain guide who traveled the world, “I see the moon … the moon sees you” became our little family’s way of feeling connected no matter where we were. A text, a photo, and these eight words always made me feel a little less…

After a week of looking death in the eye, today, we celebrate — GRATITUDE The release in my chest When the purple sun rises The jagged snow falls The hungry baby cries The thick milk flows One hand reaches and another receives. Living with an aging parent is incredibly joyful but also tedious, and often downright infuriating. …

Rethinking my dad, myself, and the American Lawn It was already getting hot at 6:30 am on a July morning when I came downstairs to feed the dogs. My 87-year-old dad was waiting for me, wagging his index finger toward the garage. He pointed to the grass spreader he’d filled…

Lessons learned after my family’s story went viral in the Huffington Post The moment I steadied my shaking hand, took a deep breath, and pushed “send” on the 4th rewrite of “My Gentle, Intelligent Brother Is Now A Conspiracy Theorist, and His Beliefs Are Shocking,” I had to accept there…