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 certain pictures on social media, remembering the massive amounts of snow, the companionship of my family who walked with me through terrible weather to the hospital,Continue 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. The fancy piano at the fancy lounge on which one friend played “Ain’t Misbehavin’” until a manager asked him to stop (apparently we were misbehavin’).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 that stress would follow me into the new year, and after an hour of exertion my mind had finally stopped racing. I disobeyed the teacher’s guidanceContinue 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, writing of Ignatius’s travel from Manresa to Barcelona en route to the Holy Land, in The Life of Ignatius Loyola At a certain point inContinue 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 new friends that I ran into the room screaming “Come on new friends, let’s go!” I like to be in motion, working on projects, accomplishing things.Continue reading >>
