Fist Bumping Into Thin Air

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...
No. My Magical Word for 2017

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...
Bonked on the Head by the Swamp Monster

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

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

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.

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...