When I think of my friend Lotus, I picture her collecting bones on the beaches of Costa Rica and plant-whispering in my garden on Salt Spring. I think of perfectly timed dinner jokes—zingers that make people drop their forks. I…
I’m a to-do list junkie. I love planning, setting goals, creating healthy routines (even if I don’t always follow them), and organizing. Office supply stores are danger-zones for me. And don’t even get me started on packing cubes! Despite that,…
A couple days ago a badly injured bald eagle dropped from the sky outside my cottage while my dogs and I were relaxing in the sun. Immobilized but very much alive, his intense eyes warned us away as he struggled…
I’m 45 years old today and it feels good. I don’t need to say “45 years young”–because old is not a dirty word. Old or young, middle-aged or ancient, a number can’t define me, break me, or create me. I…
I’m writing a book and some days I suck at it. I’m not degrading myself. I’m only introducing you to an old friend who is brilliantly inept and delightfully unskilled at everything. Meet my inner…