(He gave me permission to write this.) I married Ed almost a quarter of a century ago. I married him, knowing there were things about him that would always bother me. Like that he wasn’t into international travel (I love to travel). His only experiences outside…
I’m back in Paraguay, the land of my childhood. I first came here as a baby many years ago, when my parents founded a leprosy station that I called home. Alone, I make my way along a dirt road toward our house, a red and…
I’m driving along I-5, heading north toward Portland. My two adorable grandsons, 7 and 10, are fighting over something in the backseat of the car. “Please keep your hands to yourselves,” I tell them. The next thing I know water bottles are flying around my head. I see blood in…
In the early decades of my life, I believed older people must envy my youth. My smooth skin. My strong muscles. My abundant energy. My dreams. Call it the hubris of young ignorance, but I was sure the best part of life had to…
While many of you will sit around a table with family members on November 22nd, Ed and I will continue a tradition we began a few years ago. Here’s what we did last year: It was 92 degrees in Tucson that day. We sat at one of about a dozen…