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Are You Okay?
The doorbell rang. This is a tiny detail, but I love tiny domestic details. I love them in Virginia Wolfe and Elizabeth Berg and Anna Quindlen and Ann Patchett. And yes, I love writing them. The...
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20 Something Reasons 2020 Doesn’t Suck: A List in Prose and Fragments
I hear this year’s anthem of our collective grief over and over: “2020 sucks.” I find myself dumbly nodding and it feels like a betrayal. It isn’t that I’m blind to the suffering and losses of this...
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Remember This
I am at the beach remembering–weaving the past into the present moment and at the same time committing the beauty of now to future memory. We memorize the moment and outline it with what has been....
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It Is Not JUST Your Imagination
Twilight on the Nile by Ernst Karl Eugen Koerner Once I had a student from Egypt who asked me for a word in English. He took an Arabic word I did not know and created a picture of it in my mind....
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Camel Saddle Christmas
The year that my sister and I got camel saddles was the Christmas we never stopped talking about. In 1966 we lived in a fashionable suburb of Cairo. Our villa was just a few blocks away from the...
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This Way to a Happy Marriage
On Sunday night I sat across the table from my husband at a restaurant with huge windows that opened onto the sidewalk. It was a moon-drenched night — just as it was in Honolulu the night my parents...
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Every Stitch a Prayer
Last week, I packed my chemo bag for the last time. I called it my carry-on. My infusion takes the same amount of time as a transatlantic flight. At the end of those long days, there was no...
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Playing the Long Game
This week marks a year since my breast cancer diagnosis. I’ve been quiet on this blog. Silent. My last post, six months ago, was celebratory and conclusive: I was done with chemo. I’d rung the bell....
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Growing the Light in Darkness: Our Advent
My mother was always the first one up. The light above the stove, turned on after the dishes were done the night before, was all the light she needed. She opened the draperies to the approaching dawn....
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Let Your Life Speak
“Let your life speak” is a Quaker adage. It sounds abstract until you meet someone like my brother-in-law, Don Campbell. Don believed that God finds ways to speak to us and through us. When one looks...
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