My new lawn mower is difficult to back up, and that’s a problem when I’m mowing under bushes. I’m trying to learn patience from this mechanical necessity of pausing.

I wonder—who stops for others? And who gets stopped for?

My husband made me a Valentine every year for 40 years. I have been making them for him for 44 years.

A friend says, “We must not succumb to fear.” Yet I feel afraid.

Some of my friends have told me that the manifestations and prognoses of climate change are so distressing that they’ve stopped watching and listening to the news.

I’ve been thinking about transitions ever since I stepped down as the executive director of Radical Joy for Hard TImes…