Editor's Note: This month we're in a series exploring the joys and struggles of marriage, broaching the topic from multiple angles for the sake of helping, healing, and considering. A June afternoon, I bent over daisy heads nodding off in the heavy heat. There was that day my Dad had picked wild daisies like these. He'd stepped onto the back porch, worn...

On a Monday during piano lessons, I just sit with the dead at the cemetery.  Is there such a thing as a sustainable economy of the soul in this industrial world addicted to speed? Only a wind from the west moves through the granite stones. Leaves fall soundlessly, right to the ground and burned right out. In front of the ivories, the children...

“You heard that there’s a for sale sign on the farm across the road?” Sunday morning light slides in through glass, pools in my pot. Phone cradled to my ear, I stir porridge. “You’ve got your offer in, I hope.” How could Dad say anything but that? The sign went up two days ago. I smile, shake a bit of salt into boiling oats, a handful of ground...