We returned from Aspen three days ago. My head is still whirling, both from the experience and the rather brusque re-entry to my primary role as Getter of Things Mama.

What story to tell? It’s not of food or of celebrity or of travel. It never is. Travelogues and tales of safari and trekking, sailing and soaring are always the backdrop of stories of the Self. After flipping through various lenses through which to tell my little story like some sort of literary phoropter checking to see if each new angle was better or worse, it soon became clear.  Reduce the story to the common denominator.  This is a story of Love. They all are, really.