I traffic in words, and yet words sometimes seem wholly inadequate to convey an experience. Yet I owe it to myself to try. I recently returned from my third journey to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. I made the trek in 2008 and again in 2012. This time was different. This time, no mules carried my supplies. Instead, I carried a backpack containing 28 pounds of everything I would need for four days and three nights. This time, no Phantom Ranch cabin awaited at the bottom. This time, I journeyed into a more remote part of the Canyon. This time, I had a guide.
Ah, possibility. Which spoke to choose? Words + art Almost all of us, whether involved in a creative endeavor or not, find concentration elusive these days. Even those blessed with circumstances that allow us to weather the pandemic in relative ease are not immune from the world’s collective grief. And that is a hard place... Continue Reading →
I don't really do New Year's resolutions. I've made my share of year-end commitments over the years (write more, connect with book clubs). Mostly, these commitments helped me pay attention to things I might otherwise have forgotten about in the swirl of daily life. This year, I am making a public commitment and inviting you... Continue Reading →
The five things I'll make this quick, because I'm kinda fried. I snore, which I would be doing in the photo above if it weren't an awkwardly posed selfie. I dislike emptying the dishwasher but try to turn it into an exercise in mindfulness, which works only sometimes. I get cranky when I'm tired. I... Continue Reading →
I’ve never had a problem accomplishing things. I am the conscientious one. The one who never pulled an all-nighter in college because my papers were always finished days before their due dates. The one who organizes huge projects by breaking them into small tasks and knocking off each one until the big job is done.... Continue Reading →