
“The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.” – Raymond Carver Ryan loved to fish. Every summer, Ryan would load up the boat with my husband, Scott, and his uncle Darcey, snacks packed, bait in the cooler and enough gear that you would…

I have received many gifts throughout my life. Some wrapped in shiny paper and ribbon, some simple and unassuming, and others hand-delivered with the unmistakable clumsiness of tiny fingers eager to impress. Some gifts have been tokens of apology—because what marriage hasn’t needed a well-timed offering of flowers or chocolates? Others have been crafted…