grief
There is No “Done”: Reflections on a Completed AT Thru-Hike
Even the Appalachian Mountains were fallible, carved and folded into their present form by calamitous, earth-shattering forces. And yet they lay under my feet as steady and solid as anything.
Pennies from Heaven: A Different Kind of Trail Magic
Maybe it’s just the fact of living out of a backpack, possessions stripped down to the bare essentials, but each tiny gift, tangible or spiritual, feels so divine that I...
Do It Afraid
What if I live the rest of my life allowing fear keep me from fulfilling my greatest and most enduring goal? Sure, it would be devastating to fail, but I...
Taking Grief to the Trail
What does it mean to honor a lost loved one, and how can it be done in a way most authentic to your relationship with them?
Let’s See if I Can Carry My Baby All the Way to Maine!
I’m attempting to carry my six month old all the way to Maine!! Here’s some of my story, and why I’m hiking.
A Return to Writing as Grief Evolves
About four years ago, I made my debut on the Appalachian Trials blogger page, with fiery optimism and about zero experience. I posted, irregularly at best, while I "prepared" to...