Feeling the Most

“When he's free soloing, it's when he feels the most..." Honnold's mother starts saying to the camera and pauses, so that I think something else is coming: ...the most alive, the most excited, the most successful. “It's when he feels the most,” she then reiterates, and leaves it there. “How can you take that away... Continue Reading →

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Grief Vacation

Last weekend, my husband Peyton and I flew to Denver for a special occasion. I had reserved a small SUV rental, knowing where we were ultimately headed—south past Colorado Springs and Pueblo, then west to the small town of Alamosa, and really, finally, to the Sangre de Christo Mountains, where several 14,000 foot plus peaks... Continue Reading →

Independent Together

Around lunchtime on Wednesday, I stood in the shallows of the Connecticut River with my husband and two dogs, cooling my calves and feet, basking in an opportunity to get out of the heat. It was just the four of us playing on a thin expanse of sandy beach, but there were dozens of boats... Continue Reading →

“All Flowers Keep the Light”

Winters in Massachusetts are always longer and harsher than I’d like, native Texan that I am. Each year after four months of bundling in layers like an extra in Star Wars, just when I think temps can't possibly dip below freezing again and surely the snow is gone, we get hammered with another blizzard. By... Continue Reading →

Skunk Tracks

Our first house was set into the side of Mount Nonotuck, a smallish mountain in Easthampton, Mass, at the western end of a smallish spread of hills called the Holyoke Range. The nearly 100-year-old structure, which had an angled dirt basement with actual boulders sticking up in it, was seriously “settled,” meaning its floors tilted... Continue Reading →

First snow, second snow

Maybe it’s because I’m a native Texan. Maybe it’s because Mother Nature always amazes me. Maybe it’s the same for most people. But the first snow in New England each year really does feel like some kind of enchantment. It seems incredible that light, pure, sparkly dust suddenly sprinkles from the sky, sugaring everything below.... Continue Reading →

Storm Surge

There’s something inherently Houstonian to me about living through the ritual disaster of multiple hurricanes. Maybe it’s the same for kids anywhere along the coast. During my childhood, I spent several occasions taping huge Xs across window panes with rolls of masking tape, ensuring flashlights had working batteries, and filling up the bathtub with water,... Continue Reading →

Picking Blueberries & Friends

I've always felt it is harder to make friends as an adult. Back when we were all in school, being shuffled into different classes and sports and performances and projects, we were forced to meet and interact with different people all the time. As grown-ups, a lot of long-lasting friendships have been forged, which is... Continue Reading →

Free Solo

People in the outdoor adventure world and anyone who has read about it in the last ten years knows the name Alex Honnold. I’m certainly in the latter camp, an armchair explorer, strictly studying to try to understand, not actually experience. Honnold is so unique that when I came across his name along with the... Continue Reading →

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