Finding Our Way in the Dark

Every December, winter’s darkness curls up inside me.  It incarnates as a palpable energy. Even as I relish the beauty and mystery of Christmas, I notice the familiar melancholy, left over from too many losses at this time of year, pulling me inward. This year, though, the darkness I experience doesn’t even  belong to me. …

What Are the Kids Up To?

Recently a friend and I were discussing our strong need to mend hurts and resolve conflicts. Most people, my friend commented, just prefer to let things slide. I recalled some episodes where my attempts to reconcile have been met with glib reassurances that everything is fine, leaving me feeling crazy. If things were fine, where …