Part 1 shared footprints I've found recently on the weird path to being REAL and my story about how long Covid and I are gleefully killing Caregiver Me. Here in part 2, strange new words emerge as I shake off my old words and then questions emerge—questions
Life is messy and often confusing or busy and exhausting and sometimes it's scary as hell. Here we've noticed that becoming more honest about what we're really feeling, doing, thinking, and becoming—sharing more of our lived reality, more of our wild imaginings, and
Seeing well—seeing and feeling more of this world—may be the key to turning the corner with long Covid or chronic illness. At least it seems that way to me. Ok, story time. Simply by being so sick for so long and talking with more and more people I
This is a two-part essay and story about having a chronic illness and all the things that have helped me with my long Covid symptoms across the past four months in 2026. Many suggestions have helped me a little bit, but nothing helped me a lot. Until this week.
It can be difficult to hear the core– the wisest– voice speaking from within us these days. There's so much disconnection, fear, distraction, mistrust, cruelty, violence, needless suffering and death, anger, exhaustion, outrage, and despair—in the human world anyway. How did we ever believe that we humans
This new poem Where do I go? stretches time. Co-creates with you some time for getting a bit off track, a bit lost. For any practical folks out there, that means that it might enjoy being read or spoken aloud across three chunks of time, such as one part
This is a five-day poem. Read one part each day for four days. Don't think about it, worry about it, or try to glean or learn anything at all. Poetry is joy and joy is enough. Let your body swim with the space and language like float-
I'm taking a class right now called The Artist Must Take Sides: Culture & The Moment Past, Present & Future, hosted by The People's Forum in New York City. It's Tuesdays, 3:30-5:30 PST, through the end of May 2026. I highly
I read recently that one of the truly opposite experiences from cynicism is the experience of wonder. But wonder isn't just the opposite: wonder subsumes cynicism. Chomp, chomp, chomp– wonder can eat cynicism, when you let wonder in. That's been my own experience of wonder. Allowing
1. Here in the forest and heart of crumbling empire we’re watching a new season of Father Brown on BBC. Well, “watching” is an overstatement. I love having gentle mystery on somewhere in the background in winter and early spring. BBC mysteries my too-lazy-to-look-for-actual-
This is a story about which beliefs we keep, which we don't even notice, and which we can only fully let go of together. If you can't trust gentle empathic women who occasionally swear in ways that would make sailors blush, this story may not be
What's rising as patriarchy melts away? It's not matriarchy, exactly. Because matriarchy never left. She's already here... Some days, we sing with community or we create and exchange what we create, or we write in community to heal. Some days we have tea, supper,