There is nothing like contemplating the ocean’s expanse and hearing the crash of its waves to settle my soul. Once sand is underfoot and the horizon is spread out before me, I can almost feel an internal anchor coming to rest on solid ground. Last week...

My child, do you remember when… ∼ You couldn’t find your way, then I revealed how my footprints had already gone before? ∼ You were too afraid to resist, so I intervened and said, ‘No more!’? ∼ In deep darkness you walked alone and I rescued you? ∼ You...

I have control issues. Always have. I’m tempted to control just about everything in my life. Having things my way makes me feel safe and gives me the illusion of order. I schedule my day to run seamlessly so I can meet all my deadlines and...

Grief is no respecter of people. It can barge in like a storm on the wake of sudden loss, or materialize slowly, like a cold, permeating fog in such protracted hardships as singleness, long-term illness, or childlessness. This lingering kind of  anguish I've termed 'ambulatory sorrow'. There...

I didn’t see it coming. If I had, I would have avoided it. It was a crisp, winter morning and I was on a roll. I secretly applauded myself for my exceptional networking skills and killing all my appointments. I looked good, too. High-heeled boots, fitted...

I remember how sad I felt when it was finally confirmed that Lance Armstrong was found guilty of doping.   One CNN reporter called it professional sport’s most epic downfall. While living in Portugal, we enjoyed watching the Tour de France and always rooted for Armstrong...

As a rule, I typically avoid eavesdropping, but on this occasion it was unavoidable. While racing through the aisles at the supermarket, I was cut off by a couple who were deeply engrossed in conversation and oblivious to everything else. Slightly annoyed at being...

As I stepped out of our office complex and headed to my car that day, the warmth of Spring in Portugal couldn’t relieve the cold sense of dread seizing my heart. It was 2008 and we were only a few years into rebuilding our business following...

I was reminded recently of a talk I heard some years back about lions and their prey. Our speaker had lived many years in Tanzania, Africa, and had witnessed Maasai herders constructing enclosures for their livestock from interwoven limbs and branches. At dusk, cattle would...