When the tide recedes, the ruins, the rocks, and the pearls are revealed — One day at the Oregon beach, the kids were small, and we were flying kites while the dog chased seagull shadows along the sand. The sun was shining. Suddenly, a siren began to wail, screaming along the entire beach. The tsunami siren. A clammy, cold tremble ricocheted through my body…

“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” Leonard Cohen What will we do with this gift of grief? What will we do with gift of silence? What will we do with the return to simplicity, to the saving of leftovers and the reheating of yesterday’s…