Miracles over time

A few years ago a baby was born. And soon another. I was terrified.  So began my greatest (ongoing) adventure. The freefall into motherhood and later single motherhood has been even more thrilling than skiing off a short cliff in St. Moritz while showing off. I’ve so often cracked the sorry joke, “It’s a miracle my kids aren’t ax murderers,” I believe … More Miracles over time

What remains

Autumn has begun its final approach to the Flint Hills. Cooler weather signals relief from the scorching summer sun and wilting humidity. A change is in the wind. It also means soon the grass will be veiled in its wintry brown and flowers will have faded with the splash park days. Football-weather breezes and pumpkin lattes arrive as … More What remains