These reflections come from the questions, changes, losses, discoveries,
and ordinary moments that ask me to stop long enough to put words around them.
An excerpt adapted from Remembering Myself: A Journey Through the Threads of Time I saw a woman once that I will never forget. She wore a red dress that blew in the wind as the boat we were on sailed into the sunset. She was older, like me, and larger than most women would call acceptable. Her dress was made of gauze, barely covering her form underneath. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I felt the sense of freedom she relished as the wind lifted her dress and revealed her ful
