Moab. Pretending my body is a horse, my hiking boots hooves, my backpack a super-saddle for all the people I love. People I wished would...

I love swimming. But sometimes, before or after we tumble in that ocean, I want to walk to the rocks of you, slowly. Come face-to-face...

In Writing Group last week, I asked my friends to finish the sentence, "What's true is . . ." over and over. We were going for...