Today is a difficult period, but also a time of incredible promise. When the pain keeps coming, it's easy to believe it will never end, especially when we carry a three-pound brain that latches onto bad news and conspiracy theories. In the eighth-month of each pregnancy, my mind started whispering that walking around like a penguin for the rest of my days was my karma for previous lives’ misdeeds.
She was tall and terrifying. She wore tunics of many colors, with her mass of red hair reaching her hips. Her blood curling screams and the spear in her hand instilled terror in all who faced her.
At dinner with Tim’s parents in Detroit, I asked his father, Bud, if as a child he’d had a favorite fairy tale. Jack in the Beanstalk, he said without hesitation. More than half a century later, he had no trouble retrieving the answer. The most interesting part is that at another time, his son, that … Continue reading The Tales We Tell