Driving in Emotional Weather

Last weekend as I was white-knuckling my steering wheel, going 45 in a 60 mph mountain stretch of I-70 E back towards Denver, and shrieking as a truck splashed a puddle over my windshield, I thought–this is a really good metaphor for the emotional ride of...

A Walk in Autumn: a poem

I took a walk around the neighborhood to work out frustration and sadness in the fall air.   The pace of my feet on the sidewalk and its leaves got my heartbeat going faster. Blowing wind against my hair and my skin and my eyes got my tears going easier.  ...

FML: Worst Acronym Ever?

The first few times I saw “FML” at the end of a tweet or facebook post, I naively thought there must be some other meaning. I looked into it, and have now accepted that people that I know are actually saying “f*** my life”– and not just under their breath in a...