There were tons of people we couldn’t wait to reconnect with, but first we had to reconnect with each other

The author and her husband enjoying a night out

Let me start by saying, I love to cook. At least I did until a few months ago. Living under Covid restrictions, dinner had become a finely orchestrated event in our house, and I was the director of activities. Each night, I labored under the pressure to make one part of the day special enough that it would break up the otherwise monotonous hours.

Some nights I did the job well. Part line cook and part maître d’, I would prepare and then present the night’s menu: “Tonight, we are having Buddha bowls with purple cauliflower, sweet potatoes, and quinoa,”…

Sometimes the most disastrous vacation days end up becoming favorite family memories

Setting off from the village of Trento

It was the worst heatwave Europe had seen in decades. Dubbed “Lucifer,” southern Europe was experiencing record-breaking temperatures in August of 2017.

We were in the middle of the Italian countryside surrounding Lake Garda on a family biking trip. In the morning, a bus dropped us off in the village of Trento, and we set off — five middle-age men and women, a handful of our teenage children, and one septuagenarian.

An hour into our ride, the mercury had already climbed into the 90s and we still had a full day of pedaling ahead of us. It was the first…

The only way forward was to reclaim the parts of my identity outside of motherhood

Illustration by Rebecca de Araujo

My daughter and I are in the kitchen. She is slicing cucumbers for the salad. I’m stirring a pot of tomato sauce.

“I’ve been thinking,” she says. “Wouldn’t it be so cool if I went to college on the West Coast?”

I take the wooden spoon out of the sauce and tap it on the side of the pot in lieu of a response. She has been chatting away for the last half hour. The conversation flowing the way it does with teenage girls — discursive, jumping from one topic to the next without much to thread it together.


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It’s Saturday morning, still dark outside. I just rolled over and checked my phone — six a.m. A year ago, I would have gone back to sleep. But now, I carefully slink out of the bed and tiptoe down the stairs. All I want is a few hours. Alone.

I make a cup of tea and settle into the couch. Open the laptop and quietly read something I wrote yesterday to determine if it works or not. I make slight adjustments and reread them again. And again. Then, the magic starts to happen. In the silence, the words come, piecing…

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Are you born with it? Does something in you magically change? Is it when you are published for the first time? At what point to you get to say: I am a writer?

Out loud.

To other people.

Even as a young girl, I always had journals where I wrote — stories, quotes, song lyrics — but I wouldn’t have called myself a writer then. It just felt like I was releasing something that wanted to get out.

In college, I was an English major and my first job when I graduated in 1996 was as a researcher and fact-checker…

The moment when life came to a screeching halt was an opportunity to examine all the beauty that surrounds us

I remember the doctor calling to confirm the tumor was malignant. At that point, in April of last year, all they could tell me was that I had breast cancer but not how aggressive it was, or if it had spread. What I recall about that day is not the shock of the diagnosis itself, but sitting in an Adirondack chair in my backyard, staring up at the tall oak and cherry trees, and watching the leaves as they rustled in the breeze.

They were extraordinarily beautiful — the way they danced with the wind, the sound they made as…

Darcey Gohring

Writer specializing in human interest and lifestyle content. Recently completed my upcoming debut novel THE ROAD HOME.

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