Passing for Proper

Passing for Proper

At the end of a school day early in my seventh-grade year, I walked out of the air-conditioned building into the hot sun.  Directly in front of me were lines of nearly identical station wagons, moms and daughters all looking as if they’d been formed in the same...
Acknowledging Reality

Acknowledging Reality

The wind whispered to me… Acknowledging what’s real can be complicated. Not because the situation is complicated. Maybe it is, but generally the reality of it is not. Not because we don’t know what’s real. I’ve found that I usually do know what’s going on, even when I...
Sister lives

Sister lives

Sister lives are the lives we could be living if we’d made different decisions. For example: in this life I’m living, I have no children, but in a sister life, I married my college sweetheart and we started a family. In this life, I’m essentially sedentary except when...
Grieving the Living: My Dad’s Six Years With Dementia

Grieving the Living: My Dad’s Six Years With Dementia

Two conflicting emotions were woven inextricably throughout the six years between my father’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis and his death: love and grief. The love was simple and clear. It’s what made me willingly put everything else on hold to care for him, what made me...
Wyoming Welcomes Me Like a Lover

Wyoming Welcomes Me Like a Lover

2006 I left my husband for the first time just before our second wedding anniversary. Instead of traveling to our home in Nebraska for the weekend as planned, I spent Labor Day alone in Wyoming. I stayed in Cheyenne and for a week drove every day to the Snowy Range: a...