For The Little Girls Trying To Be Perfect

I have spent so much of this life trying to be perfect. And what I have to show for it is a body full of tension and a mind whose instinct is to put on the brakes instead of lifting my arms and letting out a whole-hearted and wholly inappropriate whoooot.  And so. This is … Continue reading For The Little Girls Trying To Be Perfect

Let It All Fall Apart

Save your strength for those who need you to be strong but how tender can you be with your own heart how patient can you be with your own growth how kind can you be to your weak parts Hold it together when others are collapsing but once in a while let it all fall … Continue reading Let It All Fall Apart

The Invitation

I'll meet you here, where the paved road ends and days are synced with the clock in the sky where downloading silence improves our connection and loading our bones with movement lightens the weight of the world where curiosity is the only currency of value and its dividends are paid in moonshine & sunsets where … Continue reading The Invitation

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time when I was very sad and very alone I would walk a certain stretch of beach for miles and dream of the woman I would like to be and say to myself, over and over: That woman is worth waiting to meet. I did that for years. It kept me alive. … Continue reading Once Upon a Time

Being Human

I wonder how we can dignify this human experience our birth days and our funerals our love stories and our tragedies our collapses and our relapses our wounds, scars and beauty I don’t have the answer, but I have this embrace I offer you each time we meet I have this heart that beats and … Continue reading Being Human

The Hard Things

I want to speak of the breakthroughs and the dreams achieved and not about how I keep running up against the edges of my heart. those cold, stubborn edges that don't want to budge for anyone, soften for anyone, open for anyone, which is why she often has to be broken open in joy or … Continue reading The Hard Things

My Life Mala

We all wear our stories in some way or another, don’t we? They make us who we are (and sometimes keep us from becoming who we can be if we let them define us too narrowly.) I started making what I call “Life Malas” because each marker is placed for a life event. I used … Continue reading My Life Mala

We Were Wild Once

We were wild once you know. We howled without embarrassment, we cried out for what we needed, wanted, loved. We did not know our skin color mattered because our heart pumped so perfectly. We did not know looks were important because we saw smiles instead of symmetry. We did not know judgement because we were … Continue reading We Were Wild Once

A Question For All the Lonely People

Who are you? Are you a 25-year-old widow like I was or are you a 40-year-old single mother? Are you a 62-year-old divorced man or are you a 15-year-old boy who feels like an outcast? Are you a 27-year-old soul-seeker who can’t find their match or an 80-year-old grandmother whose children live on the other … Continue reading A Question For All the Lonely People