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We are at 10,100 feet. The sky hangs heavy. The distant mountains, like an art lesson in shading, are veiled in deepening obscurations of gray. Lightning roams faraway peaks. Dan and I exchange...
DATE: July 21, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
In our family’s archery cosmology, there are many ways to make a good shot. Your arrow can fly straight and smooth, loosed from the runway of your fingers like a bird fleeing a cat. If you...
DATE: June 23, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
Rose and I are out doing errands, bustling in and out of the car with lists and bags, my mind clamped on things to remember like mantras that could derail my life if I lose the thread. Meanwhile,...
DATE: May 26, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
Lured by the hope of a banner season of desert wildflowers and some concentrated family time, we pointed our crumb-strewn Subaru south to the Sonoran Desert for spring break. We’re used to camping...
DATE: April 21, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
On a 70 degree spring Saturday, Col and I are inside the Fort Lewis College ballroom for a six-hour workshop. Admittedly, when I told Col about the opportunity to attend the Diversity Dialogue...
DATE: March 22, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
Col is skiing with a buddy, turned loose on the slopes without an adult. Rose is cruising downtown Durango with a friend, “window-shopping,” their hair swept into high ponytails, ears weighed down...
DATE: Feb. 22, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
The 2016 holiday season unfurled a little like how I imagine those encounter groups went in the 1970s – everyone getting empowered to air their uncensored feelings. So much honesty! So much raw...
DATE: Jan. 25, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
The tweens are huddled around a few square feet of sand, as enchanted as a pack of toddlers armed with buckets and shovels. We’re just outside Bluff, Utah, and have made it 500 feet from the car...
DATE: Dec. 21, 2016 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
It is 2 a.m. I am on the living room couch with Rosie, who ghosted up to my bedside whisper-whimpering, “My ankle hurts and I can’t sleep.” I rub arnica salve into her right leg, this startlingly...
DATE: Nov. 23, 2016 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
Here we are again, caricatures of our own seasonal habitualness. I’m blindsided by the flared-up beauty of fall. Rose announces she’s not so hungry for dinner while peach and plum pits are...
DATE: Oct. 26, 2016 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
September is the month of Dan bow-hunting, which is so traditional it seems to be encoded into our DNA. The familiarity of slipping skins off green chiles, or salting cucumbers into pickles while...
DATE: Sept. 21, 2016 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
We’re backpacking through stunted trees and out into the green alpine where late season wildflowers flare in a last stand of fertility. The sky is forever blue, making the threat of thunderstorms...
DATE: Aug. 24, 2016 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
