They call it a thunderclap. I did not ease into this headache. It detonated my brain. People say dying is easy compared to living honestly. I didn’t yet know if that was true, but I was about to find out what the popular idiom dying is easy actually means. One […]
This morning I went to meditate and realized I only had my fancy candle left. Not the regular candle. Not the “this is fine for a Tuesday” candle. The special one. The one I’ve been saving like it’s a limited edition relic from a lost civilization. The candle equivalent of
It was ten a.m. and you had a meeting at noon, two hours to write, or two hours to fritter away. Your bathroom mirror quoted the David Sedaris Masterclass for motivation in black glass pen cursive. Reading it, you hung a thin striped robe on the back of the door
I’m quoting Richard Rohr here – saying we’re all addicts. Not addicted in the dramatic way. Addicted in the everyday way: the way we reach for something the second we don’t want to feel what we feel. The notion that we’re all addicts is obviously off-putting and unfriendly to our
Getting Real (And Why It’s Harder Than It Looks) I’m 55 years old and I love it. Midlife has stripped away most of the pretending. I know what matters to me now, and what doesn’t. That’s how I became the cool girl I always wanted to be. It’s not a
On vulnerability, control, and the strange grace of losing your footing I came to Mexico for music. For joy. For the improbable pleasure of hearing Noah Kahan sing into a warm night with the Caribbean behind him. I did not come to discover, in a very public wristband line, that