We carry fold-up tables together. We carry chairs to our outdoor gathering places. We carry our teas and waters in insulated flasks. We carry our notebooks; the pages dimpled by spilled coffee, or once in a while, tears. We carry our springy moods. We carry our new fat, our old bones. We carry hope that our kids, parents, sisters, friends around the world will be okay. We carry a thousand mini-traumas in our billion little cells. We carry grief and disbelief. We carry our scars, our...

By Friday morning, the week’s big and little stressors have nearly changed my shoulder muscles to rock. Though I could walk off some of...

Incinerator Ridge, Mt. Lemmon, AZ, 8/2017 It's been a hard, heated, complicated year. For the past six months, I've been looking at the...