Back On The Wagon: An Ode To Resolution Season.
It’s January 12th, 2014. Four years ago almost to the day. I’m sitting at the doctor’s office and I’m terrified to go in. On a routine visit to a brand-new health practitioner who’s highly recommended by a friend, I find myself sitting in his...
The Artist Formerly Known As Me: On Living In Flux.
MY RELATIONSHIP with journaling was very “friends with benefits” for most of my life: oft ignored but always there when I needed it most. Most of the time, I completely ignored my grandmother’s advice to document momentous occasions, as exemplified by the three-line...The Table Flip.
I had an odd experience this morning. It’s the first Sunday in a while I’ve not only been by myself (Jeremy is in San Diego), but I’ve had a few hours TO myself. No meetings till later, no appointments to rush to, no classes to teach. I take my time making...
Ghost Worries: The Fear of What *Might* Happen.
I am high-strung. It’s not that I’m not easygoing or that I’m quick to argue – not in the least. My high-strungness manifests in waves…or rather, in jolting earthquakes that eventually rumble themselves out. My high-strungness comes in the form of Ghost...A Quick PSA on Diversity, Denial, and How Curiosity Will Save The World.
I live in a city where I am PUMMELED by diversity the second I walk out the door. Diversity in race, diversity in religion, diversity in gender identity, diversity in age, class, body type, occupation — you name it, New York City’s got it. Bougie...
