Growing Pains

I don certain perspectives with ease. They’re like sunglasses in the sense that they block out certain spectrums of light. Like that one pair of sunglasses that you hate that makes everything look brown. It’s easy to see life as shit-colored. Sometimes I wear my sunglasses at night. That makes it even more difficult. I … More Growing Pains

Finding Ground

Back in February/March, I went to Sayulita, Mexico, and found myself as I have never done before. I went alone. As such, I was required to make my own self care an absolute priority, down to what I ate. While there, I encountered regular thoughts of self-hatred, regular condemnation for the lack of yoga I … More Finding Ground

Wolves

I’ve been absolutely outraged by Ferguson and the events there, and this is what came out tonight. I felt compelled to share it with you. Excuse my stumbling words; please know that I don’t know how to write about this. But I’m trying. I recognize my own privilege and the role that it plays in … More Wolves

The Patron Saint of Lost Causes (The Day My Sisters Died, Part 3)

If you are just joining in, I invite you to read Part 1 and Part 2, here and here. ——- (St. Jude – The Patron Saint of Desperate Cases and Lost Causes) “If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling. You’ll just have to trust me. I’m scared. I am the patron saint … More The Patron Saint of Lost Causes (The Day My Sisters Died, Part 3)

The Unwinding Cable Car (Or – The Day My Sisters Died, Part 1)

I have told this story over and over, sometimes to an audience of one, and sometimes to the audience of the world. Although if you asked, I couldn’t tell you what words I stumbled over in the Good Morning America interview only 2 weeks after my sisters died. I remember I was wearing a yellow … More The Unwinding Cable Car (Or – The Day My Sisters Died, Part 1)