Last week a friend I met through teaching sent me a short essay about her time on an inpatient psychiatric ward, and I was struck by how familiar it was. And surprised by a longing so deep for entering that sacred space and sharing that muddy time with people so unabashedly human that I could…
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Not much time to ramble today. I’m sort of in the middle of some things and I woke up before the NYT email which makes me exceedingly happy. The coffee is very (maybe too) strong and I’ve had some lovely friend time for the past few days (including a writing group in a beautiful sunroom…
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Thursday night I lost my voice. I spent the next couple of days pretty nicely medicated. And silent. I could not even talk to myself. This happens about once a year. When I started to feel the very beginning of being sick on Wednesday, I planned and shopped for a big get un-sick cleanse for…
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