When walking in my neighborhood, a friendly one I’ve written about before, I used to be the headliner. Whether trotting with baby in stroller or chasing my speed demon son on his tiny trike, neighbors would call out, “Hello, Kristine!” I’d wave back and smile. It seems I’ve been relegated to mere groupie on my…
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A much needed conversation
“Speak to me, God,” I said, while driving through the countryside. I was on my way to a friend’s lake house, in search of the space that used to exist between my shoulders and my ears. I spoke my request and then fell silent. Almost instantaneously, the sweetgrass smell of farms and meadows, the heady…
