The sun poured warmth across the valley,its fire resting on the stones where we lay,heating the earth beneath our bodies. The water was powerful.She rushed over the rocks and over meas I placed my head beneath her flow. In her current, I released rose petalsin honor of my mother. Petal…

Today, I stood at the Lincoln Memorial and witnessed something that moved me in a way words can barely hold. For weeks, I have been following the Venerable Monks on their Walk for Peace as they made their way across 2,300 miles, step by step, offering prayers, compassion, and quiet…

As I step into this new year—the year of the Fire Horse—I carry grief. I carry the grief of walking my mother home.The anticipatory grief of her impending death.The grief of the relationship I longed for with her for so many years.The grief of the life she did not get…