It has been seven years since I had major surgery after a long illness, surgery that put me on a path to healing. Usually on this anniversary I re-share certainContinue reading >>
Memory holds on to such funny little details: the hat I lost at a bar on Arlington St. The ride down the grad-school elevator on Friday afternoons to meet friends.Continue reading >>
I lay on my mat after a steamy and exhausting yoga practice on the last day of the year. The day had started with a stressful phone call ensuring thatContinue reading >>
He was afraid that if he had a companion with him, he would lose some of that supreme trust in God, deflecting it onto his companion. – Pedro de Ribadeneira,Continue reading >>
My mother describes me as having been “born in drive”. Apparently on the first day of some toddler play group I became so excited by the promise of meeting newContinue reading >>
