I know last week I said I’d tell you about Bad Stories, and I will soon. That post is waiting patiently in my drafts, but this weekend is a bit loaded and warrants something else. Yesterday my mom arrived back in town and her hair has gotten long and she casually mentioned that she wrote…
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When was the last time I told you how grateful I am for your eyes on this page? Has it been too long? I’m sorry. I’m grateful for all the ways I get to communicate authentically with authentic people. It is literally the single greatest privilege of my life. I’d be so confused without it.…
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Long weekend season is upon us. Holiday season, not enough time or money and slow email response season. Days are shorter and folks are melancholy. This is the time to be cautious, because the feast days sometimes lead to us forgetting what we need to do in order to feel centered and whole. We think…
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On Saturday evening, I went for a long-anticipated walk in the city with a dear person and the rules were these: we go straight and turn in the direction of a walk signal when we can’t go straight. No destination, no decisions. See what you see. If the light’s green, you go. Period. It was the best.…
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I had a really wonderful weekend with my sons. We did some of the things we like to do, and we laughed a lot. We had dinner on Sunday with my oldest sister and her family. My sister has two brilliant, beautiful teenage daughters and while we were all making dinner (fresh pasta, from scratch–and…
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About a month ago, some really beautiful people in Santa Fe opened their home to me. I was in town for a poetry event, and as supporters of the theater, they often host performers. They bestowed immense kindness upon me, laughed with me, looked out for me and shared their wisdom. They made me feel…
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“I woke up this morning completely tangled up with a child who snores and sleeps with eyes almost fully open. His bony feet are always kicking mine, he head-butts me in the ribcage half the time, and turns and elbows me the other half. I got up, granted myself the slow luxury of French…
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My children and I do not have the luxury of living together all the time. Sometimes they live with their father, sometimes they live with me. For Spring break, they spent a week with me and then a week with their father. By the end of our week together, we had gotten into a really…
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