From the Editor
February 21, 2018
My mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease almost three years ago, and the time has come for her and my dad to move somewhere safer. So, earlier this month, my two sisters and I met at my parents’ home to …
January 17, 2018
We’re bombarded by exhortations to live life to the fullest, upbraided for being too conventional or too responsible or not responsible enough, for merely scraping by when we could be thriving.
December 20, 2017
May you find something to embrace this holiday season, and may that something sustain you through the coming year.
November 15, 2017
I’m the first to credit the instructor for her patience in working with me, but the real key to my (perceived) success is the simple fact that I added the word “Transform” to my calendar. Every week, those nine letters encourage, challenge, and keep me humble.
October 18, 2017
To many, the image of a pregnant woman symbolizes not only motherhood but also, the desire for motherhood. And really: what’s more joyful than a photo of a newborn or one of a woman gently caressing her pregnant belly? Yet, what image might be more frightening to a woman who is facing an unplanned or unwanted pregnancy? Or more
September 20, 2017
I wanted this editor’s letter to celebrate a family reunion of sorts, complete with hugs and warm accolades that would welcome you back to our pages after our short summer break, but I struggled to find words strong enough to convey my thoughts. Even now, in mid-September, a summer of national unrest and uncertainty weighs heavy on my heart.
July 19, 2017
Just as with the work of the writers we publish, the work the artists and photographers share with us is created from a place deep in their hearts. For some, their art is inspired by illness, disease, or tragedy. For others, their purpose is to tell a story about a specific moment in time. I’m pleased to dedicate this editor’s letter to the artists and photographers who shared their work with us last year and hope you’re as moved by the images as I am.
June 21, 2017
As a child, I think I understood that sitting down to read together was a luxury and an honor, even if I didn’t fully understand why we had to sit under a blanket of literary gloom, like a lead apron in our laps.
May 17, 2017
I have a love-hate relationship with obituaries.
To my college journalism professor, they were a teaching tool and one of the best ways to emphasize how important the 5Ws of the lede paragraph were to a newspaper story. His logic made sense, especially because the obituary desk was the first job for many newspaper reporters in my part of the world in the mid-1980s.
April 19, 2017
I was struck by the innocence one of our readers captured in this photo and what it said to me about exploring the unknown, peering into darkness, and greeting adventure.
I grew up on a farm and remember vividly the intense odors of dust and bird droppings that greeted me when I entered our barn or one of the many sheds my dad used to store machinery and straw bales.