Right. Let’s have a little talk. Not a gentle, seated-in-a-circle, everyone-gets-a-feelings-chart talk. The other kind. The kind where I hand you a cup of something strong and tell you what’s actually going on, because I think you can handle it, and also because the alternative is watching you dim yourself for another decade and I…
Fine is not a Feeling
Many of us move through life hauling around a well of unprocessed pain like an overstuffed carry-on we keep insisting fits in the overhead bin. We’ve carried it so long it starts to feel like a personality trait. *Oh, that’s just how I am.* No, sweetheart. That’s what happened to you. There’s a difference, and…
Field Notes of Doing Absolutely Nothing Interesting
I woke up this morning with no agenda. No appointments. No “opportunities” cunningly disguised as obligations. Just me, the dog, a cup of coffee that was still hot when I actually drank it — which, given my general track record, constituted something of a minor temporal miracle — and the sheer unmitigated audacity to sit…
Naps, Bikes, Risotto and the Audacity to Do Nothing Famous
The “see the sites” version of Italy is mostly a queue to stand near something famous while exhausted strangers elbow you for the same photo. Venice is now charging an entry fee, which is basically the city admitting it’s become a museum of itself — a very beautiful, very expensive velvet rope that you have…
Opposition is not a Vision
All of us are creatures of preference. We can’t help it. But what we can control is what we do with that — whether our values show up as something we’re moving toward or something we’re running from. There’s a difference, and it matters more than it sounds. Take peace. You can spend your energy…
Geology for the Chronically Uncertain
There’s a particular kind of vertigo that comes with standing at a crossroads. Not the cinematic kind, where the light is golden and the right path gleams with obvious promise. The real kind — where both directions look equally plausible and equally terrifying, and your nervous system, bless its ancient little heart, is already calculating…
The original podcast was a person by a fire
My father could walk into a room full of strangers and walk out with a crowd of friends — all because he could tell a story. It didn’t matter if it was a tale about a ski trip that went sideways, a lesson learned the hard way, or a piece of family history so old…
There’s No Place Like Within
At some point, we are likely to find ourselves asking for help — perhaps without knowing exactly who or what we’re asking. We might pause in a moment of stillness, whisper our need into the quiet void, and find that somehow, an answer begins to take shape. It might arrive as a person appearing at…
Flowers Don’t Ask Permission
When we feel safe, our creativity opens like a wildflower—unplanned, luminous, impossible to command. Imagine telling a story or showing a photo or piece of art to someone who loves you. Your words and vision tumble out, curious and brave, full of color and small, surprising truths. The art grows wings. Now imagine telling or…
Do Not forget in Darkness What You Found in the Light
Not a week. Not a month.One single day. Multiple events are happening at such a rapid pace it’s easy to get overwhelmed and ignore because it’s easier for your brain to justify the unspeakability that is happening in our country right now. And I have been watching this daily, for months now. Watching the same…
The Ginger *Snap*s 