HeadSpace

I have an unexpected hour-and-a-half of solitude in my lap this morning, and I find myself wandering the streets and beaches of this tiny se...

I'm 39.5 years old, staring down the barrel of my 40th birthday and making some decisions about how I want to be rounding that corner wh...

There are two stories. And I will tell them both. Story the First: It's 1:30 in the morning and there's no such thing as comfort....

I'm meandering along the shoreline, picking my way through the perfect imperfection of broken shells and bits of seaweed, taking a sweet...

Elementally, maybe I am Shel Silverstein's Giving Tree. I am a tree of life, sheltering and nourishing all my little ones, being both th...

I saw a broken rabbit on the road, and I wondered, how can God still dance? Wending my way down the green of a forest-canopied road this m...

Sometimes, the future happens so fast, you don't have time to believe it; it's been that kind of future for me lately. Three months...

I've come to think of Colorado Springs as my hometown for a lot of reasons.  Most of my friends live here; it was my first home after Ch...

Dear Friend, You've been through a helluvalot lately. Your step-dad died last month. You thought you were selling a house. Your baby di...

On a dare, I promised a couple of my girlfriends to brazenly post some poetry from my high school and post-high school days, when I was broo...