Warm, Wind and Leaves

Warm, Wind and Leaves

I sat in the morning light, in a red plastic Adirondack chair, my back to the cool winds of fall, my face toward the sun. Leaves fall all around me like crackling red-orange potato chips shaken from maple tree limbs. They cartwheel across the lawn, then catch for...

Letting Go of Dead Things

There are moments in every relationship when we can allow ourselves to be motivated by the fear of loss. In these situations, we find ourselves trying to preserve a relationship that actually needs to die before it can live. Attempting to hold onto the status quo of...