Vermont

Rain hid the vistas on today’s hike, but the quartz reminded me what really matters. Strong, steady, and shining through the storm, just like my husband, Carl. My rock in life’s adventures, big and small.

We asked the Weather Queen (aka my pickleball pal Chris) if our hike would stay dry. Her royal decree? Rain from the trailhead until 3 pm. She was 100% right. Twelve soggy miles later, we were soaked, muddy, laughing,…

A suspension bridge, a mountain summit, and a sweet message from an old friend, this toughest day on the Appalachian Trail revealed that sometimes gratitude is the bridge that carries us through.

Cairns don’t just guide the path, they honor the pause. On this cold morning, struggling for each breath, I thought of my son’s resilience and my father’s loss. I realized that intention isn’t just about how we live, it’s…