A person in a rowboat wearing a yellow shirt rows out of a bank of fog into calm blue water. Streams of sunlight illuminate the front of the boat.
The Fog

For the first time, I understood despair and saw my children burning.

On Hope

When my husband suffered a stroke, I was determined that this was not going to be the thing that unwound our love.

The Best Worst Year

On pregnancy and grief during pandemic lockdown.

My Experience In a School Shooting

“Not here, not this school.” Until it is.

Giving Up the Ghost

Life and death by misadventure.

A Stranger's Pleasure

Overheard intimacy pulls the listener into its orbit, insinuating complicity where there is none. 

Crazy Wisdom: A Love Story

My parents' bizarre, unlikely matchmaker, the cult leader.

The Wrong Kind of Science

My grandmother had no way of knowing a book on birds, sent from Russia when I was a child, would determine my adult fascinations. 


I knew we were only going to Rulo to make up for his getting so drunk he slept in. Rulo was an apology.

Water or Sky?

This wasn't the first time I had become obsessed with drowning.