At the outset of the pandemic, a Zen intensive with a most unusual sensei — my pet fish
Romeo is a fish that lives in our kitchen. My daughter chose him from a pet store four years ago, when she was 11. She bought him with her own money along…
A woman seeks out my husband daily and shows me how to be better at loving
There is another woman in our town who loves my husband. Her name is Pam. …
A challenging request leads to real holiday magic
When my daughter was 6, she put one thing and one thing only on her wish list. “Dear Santa,” Libby wrote on a piece of pink stationary in her first-grade-best handwriting. “I want a magic wand for Christmas. One that is very…
Before this story begins, you should know that it has a happy ending. At the finale, you will be rewarded with baby birds chirping happily. …
Lived Through This
How an experience 17 years ago prepped me for the pandemic
In the early days of February 2003, the amniotic sac in my uterus ruptured. It came as a spurt of viscous fluid soaking my sheets in the wee gloomy hours of a morning. At 12 weeks pregnant, nothing about that puddle was a good sign.
The Why Season
Explaining love, death and everything else to a three-year-old.
Parenting a three-year-old is an invitation to live in a world where meaning has no basement. In the existential spaces of the brain in its fourth year, every explanation can be countered with another question.
Consider a recent…
Kim Cooper Findling
Fifth-generation Oregonian and writer, editor, publisher, author, mother. Essay is my favorite form. Beach is my favorite place. kimcooperfindling.com
