This piece originally appeared in the Women’s Sports Foundation newsletter in 1995. My father passed away in October 1994, just after I completed my...

Harley, Helen and I have just returned from a walk in the woods. Forty-five minutes is about all Harley can handle these days. The...

Beautiful mornings are different here. It’s 65 degrees, overcast with a steady 10 mile per hour breeze. It’s not windy, the air doesn’t buffet...

A brilliant pair of orioles is working on two blocks of suet in the mesquite tree. They swing gently in the wind, easily maintaining...

Every daughter realizes at some point in her life that, “Dear God, I’ve become my mother.” Sometimes it’s said with a bowed head, shaking...

I scared a dog today. I didn’t mean to, of course, but it happened. I didn’t understand what was making Charlie uncomfortable until I...

I’m sitting on the couch with Harley curled up at my side, snoozing away. The Keith Jarrett Trio’s cover of “It’s All In the...

A few months ago my dear friends gave me the best gift possible: my own set of keys to their cabin in the woods....

I shouldn’t be amused by this, but I am. I won’t win any Mother of the Year awards for telling this story, either. But...

Helen is in love. Hopelessly devoted to a boy who doesn’t even know she’s alive. Every night, she waits for him to return, hoping...