Tell the truth: how many times has someone told you “My god, you need to write a book”? How many times have you thought it yourself? How often do you lay awake at night, dreaming of seeing your words laid out on the page? How many times have you wondered...
Dear one. This is not an easy world in which to live as the owner of a hopeful heart. Not an easy time to build a home safe enough to hold the immensity of your own tenderness. The last few years were not so much built for believing. And yes, I know,...
Two years and a thousand lifetimes ago today I was getting on the plane to Scotland. I was 44 years old and had never traveled outside North America, let alone traveled for longer than a weekend fully on my own. I had no idea then that the world would implode...
Get quiet love. Get real quiet. I know you’re exhausted and frazzled and ten different kinds of underwater and upside down. It’s go-go-go and don’t you dare stop and keep all the balls in the air all the time and frantic tears at midnight and a longing for...
Listen. If you’re feeling tender this morning, just let yourself be tender. If life feels a little rough or raw around the edges, don’t try to soften yourself to make the others more comfortable. If your skin feels like it’s on inside out, wrap yourself in your...
“Everything about her seems to be saying, Listen, if you don’t look attentively, if you don’t go beyond my simplicity to detect the simmering volcano in me, you are not it.” Rawi Hage, Carnival They come for me seeking a one-dimensional cardboard cutout...
