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It’s a puzzle of a Tuesday evening. Rose has soccer practice at a time that was once reserved for family dinner; she needs to be shuttled to and from the soccer field; Col has a friend staying...
DATE: Sept. 23, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
We are at the Rec Center park, Dan and I facilitating games for a group of Col and Rose’s friends. The Colorado sun pours from the cloudless sky and barefoot children run through the grass, tagging...
DATE: Aug. 25, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
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
