Bring it

I am in Costa Rica, on vacation with my sons. I am mid-hike, halfway up an elevation of a thankfully unknown number of feet. I am standing on the one bit of rock I can balance upon without slipping, while water rushes at and around me. There are six waterfalls behind me, four ahead of…

Yearning for a fleeting insignificance

I told my friend at dinner that I unexpectedly found myself looking at a women’s retreat and spa trip in Bali. She looked puzzled. “I bet you could get 80 percent of that relaxation and recharging just from going away by yourself and not worrying about the retreat part.” Maybe she is right. But the…

Jonesin’ for kismet

I have a friend who longs for some serendipity in her life. Don’t we all? But some of us seem to encounter kismet on a regular basis, while others lead more mundane existences, bemoaning the endless rounds of laundry, dirty dishes, work. Which leads me, on a lazy Sunday morning, to ponder. And you know…

Anne the Adventurer

I was in the middle of a river, walking in water up to my knees, mud squishing between my toes. Thanks to my sister Anne. If you know Anne, you know that this is not unusual. At any given moment, you might find her wading down a river, striking a kung fu pose in a…

Pirate Mom

I wasn’t raised to swashbuckle. When I birthed two boys, it did not take long for me to realize I was going to have to learn how to do so. As they dove off of staircases, thinking they could fly like Buzz Lightyear; received concussions trying to clamber out of their crib; and split chins…

Twelve strangers meet on a mountain . . .

. . . Sounds like the beginning of a joke or a mystery novel, right? Not really. It was the beginning of my vacation. I do not believe in happenstance. The people who cross our path, for better or for worse, are usually supposed to be there. Yes, I leave room for doubt and the…

The runaway

When you are the only male in a household of seven women, threatening to run away on occasion is understandable. So when my father–the patriarch of six daughters and an equally strong-willed wife–had weathered one too many bouts of PMS, hours-long wait for the bathroom or catfight from this estrogen squad, he would tell us…