As you all know, I write from moments I’m in the thick of thoughts that bubble up from long-ago memories that choose to resurface at just the right — or wrong — time. This week’s piece? It comes to you from the comfort of my home, after what felt like a never-ending journey back from ...

By the time you’re reading this, I’ll be home. No more countdowns, no more tallying hours and days in my head. I’ll be wrapped in that long-awaited hug from my husband, waking my boys up at 1:30 in the morning just so I can hold them, crying from that deep, full place in my chest where ...

As I write this, I’m sitting in an airport — again — waiting for the final flight of what has turned into a four-part flying series. My destination is finally within reach, but getting here? It’s been an adventure, and not just because of the travel itself. It’s been a journey ...

I will never, ever forget that feeling — the first time I held my son in my arms. Holy cow. The amount of love that poured into every crevice of my being was so full, so complete, it felt like it filled even the parts of me that no MRI or X-ray could ever detect. I didn’t even know those ...

Let me tell you — figuring life out is not easy. I’m 48 years old. Yep. Forty-eight. Soon enough it’ll be 49, and then the inevitable and slightly horrifying gulp — 50. And I know, I know, I should be embracing it. Age comes with wisdom, experience and a whole lot of lessons. With ...

So, this weekend — if all goes according to plan — I’ll be over 4,000 miles away from home, somewhere in the beautiful country of Poland. Yep. Poland. Not the “drive three miles down 224” version I thought at first, but the actual Poland, across the Atlantic. And no, this isn’t a ...