Just now, at 5:30 AM, I read a post that broke my heart. The open and vulnerable expression of profound grief is a gift. It's like looking into the Grand Canyon from Mather's Point. First it's an abyss; it consumes... Read more →


There are a handful of discrete life moments that define and highlight who we are. When impact without trauma occurs during or shortly after the age of discovery it's almost as if these key moments are sent back to the... Read more →


This is us; the world, you know? When the photograph was taken, the average age of these dancers was 6.43; that gorgeous smile in blue is eight, the dubious pink princess in the lower right corner is five, and the... Read more →


Rachel sat at her desk wondering when, exactly, her baby brother became something she didn't understand. Sometimes the disconnect was extraordinary, as if he'd slipped and let some part of that alien human loose in front of her. The result... Read more →


There is a world in which the earth is created and carried on the back of a turtle. That might be your world, or mine, or the Lenape and Iroquois tribes; it might be entirely its own, but it isn't... Read more →