As a small child, I began to cocoon myself in rigidity, discipline, and effort. It was a way of bracing against abuse, domestic violence...

There are demons on the backs of my eyelids, trying to convince me that there's no Home here. They're refreshed every time I blink and...

I apologize… … for allowing my need to feel seen & heard, to trump Connection. Humility strikes again, like a long might-makes-right...

"There's a reason they call it Ocean Shitty," said a friend in a group conversation. I was right there and my friend was aware that my...

~A less than serious resumé~ Objective To show up as and for me, to support the experience of worthiness & wholeness in all humans....

An average pre-pandemic morning in a sunrise yoga class, my mat was planted middle row and habit was informing my body and mind to settle...

I don't watch or read the news. I don't want to hate the "bad people." I don't want it to be good people versus bad people.

I threw my dad’s stuff away yesterday. The sum of his life in a little box. Stuff not one other person in this world wanted or could bear...

So, no, I didn’t vote for anyone in Best of the Best of Frederick. I love you. And you. And you. I could tell you stories of a million bests

Mama I have failed you, I am disgustingly bloated. Everything I ate, Came up and floated.

I am sorry That you were consumed by your demons before I ever got to know you. I am sorry That you experienced discrimination and felt...

Personalized .... lining us up with tailor-made circumstances that help us see and unmistakably Know again, even if only for a moment....

"You Are Who You've Been Looking For" & "White Boy Privilege" Both five stars.

A stranger asks for money and I tell her I don’t have any, but if she pops into the passenger’s seat, we can go to an ATM.

This revealing is inspired by Anne Lamott's quote: “Never compare your insides to everyone else's outsides.”

Yogi a mat over from me proclaimed me a show off, with a hint of disdain, no less. Since my M-O is not to speak or confront, I decided …

My definition of crazy changed during my first tour in a psychiatric ward, age 16, 1997.