It’s no surprise the French have 17 words for surrender. Hopeless, existential romantics either say nothing or too much. May my silence echo in your mouth where my name used to be. Or at least, that’s what I imagine hopelessly existential romantic French people say when they’re dreapeau blanc-ing on someone they might’ve loved once.…Read more Soumission
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With Love
Dear Tribe, Remember forever ago when I started writing a book and kept saying stay tuned? I’m happy to announce, today’s the day I can share the results of that journey with you! https://videopress.com/v/1MJzTcB4?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Born in Providence is a raw and supernatural exploration of the self-abuse required for escaping American poverty, alongside compassionately intimate and…Read more With Love
Font
The healing powers of water are too easily forgotten until the moment we find ourselves submerged and are forced to remember. We remember the importance of breathing, of silence, of surrender to holy be-ingness. Weightless, worryless and unencumbered by the busyness of endless tasks that devour each week leaving us little more than smoldering ash.…Read more Font
Alightment
photo credit: Nathan Vines Somewhere between the second star to the right and straight on till mourning, I left Bend and landed here. Parts of myself remain in transit only to return when I sleep hard enough to pull the island across the country till the shores of South Beach kiss the sidewalks of Wall…Read more Alightment
Child’s Pose
Eventually, carrying around the weight of the world took its toll on my back. Apparently it has something to do with parentification, years of public service, a pandemic and perimenopause. I don’t actually care what caused the pain. At this point, I just want it to stop, for all of us. You’re hurting. I hear…Read more Child’s Pose
Ride On
After my first divorce I got hit with a bout of full blown clinical depression. It felt like I swallowed a half ton magnet that was either trying to pull me into the center of an eternal void or electrocute me. So, not the funnest time. Because I’m a therapist, I knew I needed to…Read more Ride On
Wild
Roughly twenty years ago I tripped over this book on the floor of Bunch of Grapes; a shop on the vineyard. Later that night I succumbed to the most nurturing, nourishingly magical idea of moving to the farthest corner of the country, getting lost in a forest dripping with moss and being adopted by the…Read more Wild
Midbar
Most of it was brutal But beautiful You never once said it would be easy Promised Till death do us IN There’s a fine line of intention between God and Pan I’ll simultaneously trust and grip the wheel for steer life Dear lives Go easier Gently pressing petals Between pampered feet and parchment Oil changes…Read more Midbar
Surrender
Surrender, surrender, but don’t give yourself away- Cheap Trick I surrender all to you-Hymn Be transformed by the renewal-Romans 12 Give me your heart-Proverbs 23 For the past five years I’ve traded in resolutions for intentions. Resolutions always seem to fizzle out shortly after the epiphany, or the realization that we’ve set a goal for…Read more Surrender
I Am Not a White Feminist
I’m not a Jesus ‘girl’. I don’t own property, don’t have people living under my stairs, emptying my chamber pot and boiling my eggs. I did not have my eggs frozen or inject myself with hormones, demanding that my body produce a tiny human. I am not a mother. I’m not your mother. No, well…Read more I Am Not a White Feminist
Born in Providence 