Then I stand in my driveway in the early morning, and the beauty of the flowering trees and bird songs makes me want to weep, for the gift of these and the stark, impossible disparities.Read More
You can't keep up.
You stop trying to keep up.
You decide it's worth waiting for.
You decide to screw waiting.
When I feel stress today, I will pause and ask myself: Is it an emergency? I am making this more stressful and complicated than it really is? What is the next step?Read More
You can cover the past / but until you speak the truth / you will never healRead More
Reframing "stuck" or "uninspired" can be incredibly powerful when we think in terms of fallow periods followed by periods of emergence.Read More
I want to live the stories, not just remember them.Read More
Isn't it funny how the thing we were so scared of can become our new normal, and then at some point, we will once again feel the winds changing and have to calmly reach for some kind of inner compass?Read More
The world is broken and the world is burning and the world is beautiful. Things are never simple, and yet there's a simplicity in claiming the complexity.Read More
If I can get quieter inside, I'm much more likely be able to listen for some useful questions or simply start writing.Read More
The slightest fissure -- a hairline fracture in a massive piece of rock -- that is the place in a piece of writing where the whole story might break wide open.Read More
We might still be alone in some ways, but alone is not the same as isolated. Alone is not the same as hiding. Alone is not the same as lonely.Read More
Maybe this is why I've found creativity difficult to write about. It's everywhere. It's everything.Read More
If I don't keep practicing letting this be enough, nothing will ever be enough.Read More
Happy International Women's Day, my friends. Keep being brave. Keep seeing your own beauty -- right there in the mirror.Read More
9. Get drowsy and take a nap, since you didn't sleep well last night. This logic adds up.Read More
“I’ve really let myself go,” your grandmother used to say. And something in you perks up. Something that says, ooooh that. Yes. Let’s do that. Let’s let ourselves go, go and go and go all the way far far from this land of keeping up and not once passing “go.”Read More
Meanwhile, it is so crowded here sometimes I cannot find entrance to my own house, my own quiet places, the ones where the writing lives alone.Read More
I knew it was coming, like a low rumble in the distance before a storm.Read More