I woke up to the news that my friend Craig has died. It was less than a month ago when his sister Teresa, also a dear friend, texted me to tell me that, after some investigation, they were blindsided ...Read More
When I first had the idea to bring Ken’s one-man show, My Foot Left, back to life as a digital premiere and fundraiser, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was getting myself into. Honestly, it fel...Read More
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the power of saying yes since putting this fundraiser together. It’s such a simple word—three letters, one syllable—but it can crack open whole new w...Read More
I’ve written about my late husband, Ken, many times here. In fact, writing about him and our experience together with his cancer was a coping mechanism that served me well since his re-diagnosis in ...Read More
I flew to Los Angeles over the weekend to attend my sister-in-law Katie’s memorial. Even seeing it writing or saying it out loud still doesn’t quite compute for me. This was a trip I looke...Read More
Last month marks two years since I said goodbye to my sweet puppy girl, Kallie. Our ten-and-a-half-year life together shaped a lot of who I am. As I wrote after her death, she boldly shepherded me fro...Read More
The world is grayer. The stars have lost their sparkle. Sharp edges have dulled. And my heart has another fissure, bleeding more love and all things good with the death of my sister-in-law and friend,...Read More
Following a distinguished line of well-loved pups, I brought Hudson home after a short road trip to Wisconsin yesterday. I’d been thinking about it for over a year, making lists and preparing. Then,...Read More
I wasn’t completely surprised that the orange felon won the election. This country is blatantly infected with ignorant and barely-masked racism and misogyny (even by women voting against their own b...Read More