The Purpose of Heat and Hail

Well. Perhaps I should clarify. I’m not sure I would ever express a need for heat and hail in my life, but it’s at least remotely possible that these hallmark features of a Colorado summer serve a purpose. I remember the first time I saw hail here. Of course I’d seen...

Lesson Learned: Getting Smug Is Dangerous

I’m writing from a hotel in Houston, where I did not intend to be. After being in a hotel in Memphis all week, I looked forward to my own bed on Friday night. But 34-minute connection in Houston made me nervous. When a late afternoon meeting fell apart, I high-tailed...

How High Is Your Joy?

It’s been a long time since I jumped. Years. Decades. This is because of my cranky feet, which I’ve written about before. Even though he couldn’t find anything wrong, one orthopedist told me that based on my description of the pain and what he observed in my...

A Miserable Beginning to a Happy End

Today would have been 63 years. Technically my parents were married 55 years. By the time they reached 50, my dad’s early dementia was clear to all of us, and Mom had some serious vow-keeping to live into over the next few years. Grace released Dad to wholeness in...

Waiting for the Crash

I’m the first to admit I do not understand NASCAR racing. The pits look exciting—how fast the crew does its magic and gets the driver back on the track. But going around a circle endlessly on a Sunday afternoon? I guess I’m a destination driver. The creeping cautions?...