I woke up to smoke. Then a sepia-stained sky. Did we get attacked? I checked the news about North Korea. Headlines read: Ventura County Wild Fires. They started last night around 6:30. We are an hour’s drive South. Did the Santa Ana winds carry smoke that far? Another headline: Sylmar Fires. 4 a.m. From us, a fifteen-minute drive North. It… Continue reading News Report: Dec. 5, 2017
Instagram tells me that Glennon is visiting Alaska with Abby and her two kids. And Oprah.
12 days until I get married, and I’m crying like there’s been a death. I guess there has been — a month ago, a close friend: the mother of two people I care about so deeply, who feel like family from another life. Many lives. It’s all tied together — the joy of creating the new with the… Continue reading confessions from an almost-married woman.
How much of writing is re-writing? How much of living is re-living? I sip my coffee. I remember the voice inside of me croaking out; she’s hoarse; she’s deep; she’s poised. I remember shouting for someone to love me. Men. All of them. Love me. I remember this voice changing. Going dark for boys with… Continue reading Your Writing Voice
When the power shuts off, what do you do? Panic? Curse? Cry? Or do you brighten the room with soft, moody candlelight? Today there’s no threat of storms. California is sunny for miles. But, in my daily life—the rise & grind life—it seems the room can easily go dark. When problems show up and things don’t instantly… Continue reading When there’s no light, improvise.
Ecclesiastes 3 is one of the most poetic verses I’ve ever read in the Bible. I read it today, and it provided much hope. This is but a season. Plant what you wish to grow. 3 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2 A time to be… Continue reading This Is But A Season
I am witnessing a miracle: the convergence of philosophies and religious beliefs from those who have previously lived in opposition to one another.
“Make an effort to remove all labels that you’ve placed on yourself. Labels serve to negate you. You must ultimately live up to the label rather than being the limitless spirit that is your true essence. You’re not an American, an Italian, or an African. You’re a member of one race, the human race. You’re… Continue reading Labels: Wisdom by Wayne Dyer
Weeks ago, I felt melted by stress. I’d wake up so tired and exhausted, my limbs craving to stay in bed for another 20 minutes, 3 minutes, 2.5 seconds…. I felt powerless and empty, the daily to-do list stacking up like a mountain of bricks on my forehead. All before I even slipped out of the… Continue reading Mastering Stress
The most radical thing we can do is love one another despite our differences.