The Vermilion Road: Cayuga Lake

The mission of my last post was simple. I needed to speak the truth about what happened so that I could finally begin the process of shedding some of the layers of pain I’ve amassed over the past nine months. I’m happy to report that it worked. I’ve even had a few recent mornings begin... Continue Reading →

Lately I’ve been thinking about Myrtle and Eloise, two of the strongest, smartest, funniest and most compassionate women I’ve ever known. It was my good fortune to have both as grandmothers and to have them stick around until I was old enough to have the kinds of conversations you don’t always think to have until... Continue Reading →