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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...
My Medicine
When my friends Jen Louden and Lisa Jones invited me to Boulder, Co. this summer to go on a little hiking/writing retreat with them I leapt at the chance. Not only did I look forward to seeing my pals, I was looking forward to some real writing time. Earlier in the...
It’s Hard Work Being So Fabulous
It’s hard work being so fabulous. No, I mean it. It’s exhausting. I know that’s a whopper of a first line, and while I am being somewhat tongue in cheek, I’m serious. I’m a hard working animal – I effort - I muscle into everything. I mean to be a good friend, a good...
But Was it Life Changing?
“Was it life changing?” my daughter, Zoe asked me this morning as I groggily sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee. I’d gotten home from nearly three weeks in South Africa the night before, had managed a few hours of sleep, and was now on my third cup of coffee and...
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