The Power of Silence

“How big is the gash?” “Is the blood gushing or pulsating?” Two questions no parent wants to be asking their child over the phone, while on a remote hiking trail, 30 minutes away. But there I was, trudging up a steep trail, out of breath, trying to see if I needed to hang up on my teenage daughter and dial…

Learning Through Vulnerability

I write all the time. In my head, that is. I have written the most eloquent passages while walking the dogs, or in bed at night, or while folding laundry. But the process of putting it in a sharable format is daunting (well, remembering it is pretty hard, too!) It shouldn’t be daunting or arduous at all, because I love…