This is my mom’s sweet solstice candle from last year... Even though she and my dad were raised in a generation where people did NOT talk...

Solstice begins when we each pick up a brand new, plain white candle. Before we start to share, before we listen deeply… we spend time...

These four kiddos pictured on a sandy beach at the Oregon coast in the early 1990s… are just ordinary siblings growing up together with...