It was cold that winter. The ground frozen hard, and the wind biting. Every day I drove the circuit to the preschool, dropping off the four-year-old, while my mind turned over again and again, working the same ruts of despair. Continue reading “To Winter: A Thank You” →

I am obsessed with birds. In the winter in particular, they save the day and carry me through. They are pretty much anti-depressants with wings. I notice hawks all the time when I’m driving, usually perched on wires, surveying open fields. One day last week I saw three hawks like that, but they were all in a particular position: leaning forward, staring intently down at the ground. They looked ready to launch themselves toward their next meal. Continue reading “The Space Between” →

When my oldest son was twelve, he played a season or two of travel baseball. His coach was not particularly effective in any capacity, but I still remember what was probably his only good bit of advice: “Good things happen when you swing the bat.” It’s maybe one of the best metaphors for living that I’ve ever heard. Continue reading “Swing the Bat” →