2018: The state of being reflected

Reflection: noun the act of reflecting, as in casting back a light or heat, mirroring, or giving back or showing an image; the state of being reflected in this way. an image; representation; counterpart. a fixing of the thoughts on something; careful consideration When I think of raising my glass in a toast to the... Continue Reading →

Look back: 20 year snapshot

Recently, I have been going through my old writing -- old websites, old books, old photo albums, doing research of my life like I have a test coming up. This is all of course, for my book and it has been incredibly therapeutic and all-consuming. Today, I found a post that I wrote on June... Continue Reading →

A little Brave Magic: entry ::one::

It has been a week since I set off on my Brave Magic weekend with Cheryl Strayed and Elizabeth Gilbert. For a week, I have been working hard to articulate what happened. Working through my notes to create some kind of real and true testimony of my experience. Working on saying [[out loud]] how I... Continue Reading →

What’s your ritual?

Needed: A new ritual Because, you know what is not ideal? When you finally get some clarity on a very important project, and then––your time is sucked into the universe with other things. Other things that are actually super important and can’t be ignored or directed elsewhere or postponed. I have 14 chapters of a... Continue Reading →

Owning our badass-ness

Then one day..... You’re speaking in front of a group of students––feeling weirdly inadequate, like at any moment someone is going to raise their hand and be like: “Wait, why are you here?” But then all of a sudden, you get going and start talking about where you’ve been, what you’ve done, and how email... Continue Reading →

Le secret de la vie

There are still white shrouds, blue skies cannibalizing white puffs of cloud. A soundtrack on     antique canvas. On the other side of the world, familiar brush strokes pink bells hang in the salmon sky Like tattered-heart blood,     pumping. We are the grey night holding their soft song. Enigmatic echos, a memory of tragedy Perplexed, uneased.... Continue Reading →

Writing to save your life

Do you ever have those days where you just feel like breaking down in tears and you can’t really pinpoint why? And no, I am not talking about hormones here -- so you can all get that old school misogynistic business out of your head. This isn’t women’s hysteria. I am talking about those days... Continue Reading →

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