My daughter is two. I learned the hard way that I need to build in transition time for her. A toddler can’t be rushed; it’s a recipe for disaster. I find that giving her warnings (“Five minutes and then we take a bath”, “Two minutes til bathtime!”) really help. And once the moment to shift…
This morning I sat quietly listening to the rain, feeling wet tears on my face, and I rested with Mary Oliver for a while. Her words. Her spirit. Making sense of the world. Speaking to me, breaking it down, putting it together. The world lost a giant today. If you are unfamiliar with her poetry,…
The first full week of the year is almost on the books! For me, it’s been a bit of a slow start. And I’m (perhaps uncharacteristically) ok with that. Usually I am so gung-ho. I come out like gangbusters into the new year, signing up for this class or that, making lists and committing to…
Oh, this year. This year! 2018. One I’ll never forget. Full of twists and turns and sadness and unexpected-ness and upset and horror and grace and pure, magic joy. We all struggled through a lot of shit this year. We lost people. We fought. We called out perpetrators. We made mistakes. We loved and hated fiercely. We…
It has been quite a moment in time here in California. The mass shooting in Thousand Oaks and then into all this. As the fires still rip, an ominous vibe hangs in the air. People are shaken, disquieted. Here in the Central San Fernando Valley, the air is heavy and so are my lungs. That…
Every once in awhile you get to narrate a book that is so up your alley that you can’t believe you’re actually being paid to read it. Such was the case this summer when I got to voice this important book by Heather Anne Wise. A Gut Feeling, just released on audio by Vibrance Press, is all…
Today marked an ending. Or a beginning. It marked both closure and a new chapter. Today, I got a beautiful cover up tattoo that was twenty plus years in the making. In the Spring of 1992 I was living in London as an exchange student, a longtime dream of mine that almost didn’t happen. When…
Last Friday I hurt myself in Crossfit. It wasn’t as dramatic as it sounds; it didn’t happen during a heavy lifting session or on the pull up bar or anything fancy like that. It was actually quite pedestrian…one of those “dumb” injuries. I was jumping. That’s it. Just jumping. I landed wrong and oh my…
Thoughts on S I L E N C E There is so much chatter these days. The constant chatter of social media. Of news. Of communication that is instant and incessant, our unavoidable reachability. I long for silence. Soft and lush. Tranquil. The antidote to my madness. To our collective scramble. I am working on…
Last year I started writing a post about Prince. I had been thinking of publishing it on his birthday, but somehow it rambled and morphed and triggered memories that stretched far and beyond what seemed appropriate for the occasion. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why I was writing it, where it was going or how it belonged…