I love Pittsburgh in Autumn. Pittsburgh glows when the leaves begin to turn and the air gains a crisp edge. I love walking through my neighborhood, smelling the faint beginnings of decay, feeling in my very bones that the Autumn Mother has arrived.

In retrospect, I can see in my own life what I could not see at the time: how the job I lost helped me find work I needed to do, how the “road closed” sign turned me toward terrain I needed to travel, how losses that felt irredeemable forced me to discern meanings I needed... Continue Reading →

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