My father died shoveling mulch out of the back of his truck. I think officially he died from a clot that split open his jugular.

It’s a bright, Colorado winter’s day. The Ponderosa pine trees that line my back fence are half the size they are now, their branches...

I was watching the sun rise for the first time in my life. I had grown up in Utah, where the Wasatch Mountains tower over the eastern...

They say 40 is a big one. The threshold of middle age? Maybe, if we’re lucky...

As Mom barreled up 95 North that Tuesday towards Maine Coast Memorial, I realized this was only the second time I visited Christine.

I thought so much more would happen to you (warning: this type crops up often and isn’t warned about enough)

We are sitting on the Brooklyn Bridge. I tune the slide of my whistle to his guitar, meanwhile twilight rolls turquoise waves against...

"China! China!” they erupt (but it actually sounds like, “CHEEE-NAAA! CHEEE-NAAA!”) They scream this from across the street...

Slightly before dawn, I’m awoken. Not by the usual hungry cry of my infant, but rather by a dream. I am lost somewhere in the woods,...

On this warm spring morning, I’m drowning in a miasma of wedding planning for a wedding that won’t occur until later in the year. But you...