I slip into the aisles of the textbook department, shoulders hunched. I’m feel like an interloper, intent as I am on raiding the inventory meant for college undergrads.
Clearly, I’m no undergraduate: that was decades ago. Yet I am drawn to this place. At least twice a year I wander its aisles, looking for what I may be missing. [...]
My son is in love and engaged to be married. Trouble is, he wants the two families to fall in love as well. [...]
My husband lays shirt, shorts and boots on the sandstone. Pink and nude as the rock around us, he strides toward the water that blocks our way up this narrow canyon in southern Utah. [...]
“Watch the sky,” says the man in the battered jeep, chin jerking skyward. “That canyon’s no place to be in a rain.” He switches into 4-wheel drive and guns his jeep along the sand-and-slickrock track toward the nearest paved road 10 miles away. [...]
A friend of mine meditates in the classical way. For hours, she sits quietly or walks in slow and measured steps. I can’t stay still for long. But I meditate in my own way — at high speed. While my friend folds her legs under her, and follows her breath, I race around a cold white room, pursuing a warm black ball. [...]
