What a year, just about everyone I know is saying. Here's some of mine in 14 blog posts spanning the seasons. Thanks for being here as part of my community. I wish you all your own everyday magic. Kat on her birthday one year Loving Kat -- January 3: " Grief is like a giant sack filled with large, angular rocks and also ripped up piles of feather pillows. It’s impossible to get hold of and carry somewhere that makes sense. It’s a mess for the nervous system too as well as a

It doesn't take much to turn my inner bitch mites (great phrase from my friend Sara) upon myself. Sometimes the smallest error, flaw, or mishap sets them to biting, leaving tiny welts or itchiness for hours. To mix metaphors, maybe you've been in the same leaky boat at times also? I mean, who hasn't been brought up to be exceptionally hard on themselves or otherwise warped by the traumatic or haphazard dangers of their particular life as well as life at large? Having just tur

After the first surgery in 2019 Dear wonderful readers, I've missed you lately and have missed posting as regularly as I wish. There's so...

My new book, The Magic Eye: A Story of Saving a Life and a Place in the Age of Anxiety , is hitting the streets and bookshelves near you...

Friends walking in our field In the very long year that was January, Cindy, my acupuncturist, told me a story: another client of hers,...

One of my favorite pictures of Kat being Kat Determination, kindness, curiosity, and presence. That was Kat, so it was no wonder that,...

“You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so...

One October week: Hurricane Milton, Northern Lights, a colonoscopy, Yom Kippur, Louise Erdrich in town, Comet Purple Mountain, and the...

A few days ago, after 39 years of trying to save the land that we love and where we live, Ken and I spent five minutes signing papers to pro

"It's either an ocular melanoma or a brain tumor," the doctor told me five years ago. Ken, my brother Ravi, and I all gasped in unison....

I finally got hearing aids after several years of Ken and my kids repeating things to me loudly and often with a...

We managed to avoid getting Covid for almost three years, to the point that when that screaming hot pink line appeared on the test strip...

It’s been a week of boobs and bravery on the move (and I don’t mean the supreme court, which I have other names for rather than slang for...

It’s not lost on me that it’s the Day of the Dead, when we remember and honor our departed beloveds (between Oct. 31-Nov. 2 this year)....

Question: How many MRIs does it take a claustrophobe to relax? Answer: When Brandon, the wonderful (re: tolerant) MRI tech asked I told...

Let’s talk Simone Biles But first, let’s talk about two gymnasts we don’t know the names of: Elena Mukhina and Julissa Gomez. Elena...

In the Star Trek shows and films, someone can yell out, with grave urgency or casual cheer, “Scotty, beam me up” then off they go. But...

“I’m here for my monogram,” a silver-haired woman told the receptionist. “Yes, your mammogram,” the receptionist answered without missing...

When the temperature gets near or below zero, survival comes into sharper focus for us all, but so do birds and their survival without...

A friend told me that during her Christmas Zoom with family scattered far and wide, she realized how lucky they were: no one had Covid,...