Most days I like, even admire, my blunt style of writing. I find relief in honesty – a hurts-so-good sensation, similar to infection leaving a wound – and I like to imagine that someone, somewhere experiences a similar feeling when they read what I write and discover they’re not alone.[Read more]
There is a well-known parable about a grandparent explaining his inner conflict to a grandchild, describing it as two wolves who live and do battle inside each of us. One wolf is good, one wolf is evil. When the grandchild asks, “Which wolf wins?” the grandparent responds, “The one you[Read more]
“Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. (I am large, I contain multitudes.) – Walt Whitman, Song of Myself There is a sadness in me that waxes and wanes, sometimes triggered by things like loss, instability, unwelcome change, and sometimes seeming to operate with a will of[Read more]
“The secret of change is to focus all of your energy not on fighting the old, but on building the new.” (from Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman) Major repairs began on my home this week. For 20 years, I stood in this space, with no idea how[Read more]
I’ve spent half my afternoon writing and have absolutely nothing to show for it. I feel like a medium being haunted by a spirit with unfinished business – she desperately wants me to say something on her behalf, but I can’t find the words (yet). So here we sit, this[Read more]
The first and the last time I fell in love it was autumn. Although there’s never a bad time of year to fall in love, there’s something about the months ending in -ber, when falling temps make the warmth of another human being even more desirable. There’s something about the[Read more]