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Never Say No to the Pie Lady
For starters, she has lemon meringue, as well as pecan, coconut, chocolate, apple and cheese pie. Big slices, jumbo slices, none of those mamby pamby baby slices, the ones you normally ask for – those pretend slices of pie. No, she’s got big ass slices and she’s...
Stinky Meth Head Jesus
Maybe you’ve heard the story about the couple who are expecting Jesus to stop by, but when they open the door of their house, low and behold, it’s not Jesus at all who’s come knocking, but a couple of dirty hoodlums who haven’t washed or eaten in days and who are...
Today is LAUNCH DAY for the Wild Writing Teacher Training
Wild Writing Teacher Training is a 5-month-long class for men and women who want to learn how to lead a life-changing writing process that invites people to show up on the page in a deeply powerful and authentic way. The teacher training will take trainees into the...
Fist Bumping Into Thin Air
In my dream last night, I was telling a friend that I had begun to see things as they really were, in a more sober, honest way. "Yes!" he said enthusiastically, extending his fist to meet mine so we could fist bump. "Yes," I said, extending my fist to meet his, which...
No. My Magical Word for 2017
Readers, friends, writers, artists, As straightforward as I am, there's so much more honesty and courage inside of me angling to get out. Let 2017 be the year I pay even more attention to the tiniest of feelings - that whisper of “no” I often hear but override. Here...
Bonked on the Head by the Swamp Monster
In the days since the election, since the great dismantling, I haven’t had a clue how to approach the business of selling my writing classes. At first it just felt too smarmy to put a picture of myself on Facebook with a note about the January 2017 teaching schedule....
Walking Into The Hen House
Dear friends, I’m in Bali, teaching for the month of November. I’d written a blog post that I thought I’d send out after the election, after Hillary won and we could all get back to life as we knew it. I’d written something about Bali and these magical doorways that I...
The View From Here
“There is a way to write that solidifies story lines–and a way to write that liberates you from them.” – Susan Piver I know it’s cliché to be sad at a wedding, but that’s just what I was; sad, plain ol’ sad. When I mention this to a friend days later, I’m reminded...
Drink, Drunk, Drank.
A couple of years ago when I realized my marriage was over, one of my first thoughts was, "Now I need to stop drinking." I didn’t think, "Who will love me now?" or "How are my kids going to handle this?" I thought, "Shit, I have to stop drinking." The thing is, I...
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