A few months ago I had a dream about my dad, who died in 2007. He was talking on the phone with two rather verbally abusive people...

I laughed out loud, in surprise and delight. "You are so right, Jesse!" I said.

On the backside of that hill the incessant noise of traffic and construction was buffered out…so we could drink in the silence as well.

The "sweet" in this bittersweet experience is made more heartbreakingly beautiful because we know it won't last.

Don't discount those small kindnesses you offer to others. Tiny things can matter as much as big.

Some part of me had known I was in denial when I sat on that cold kitchen floor. But I denied my denial.

When others are grateful toward you for what you have done, it makes you want to do more for them. This has the same effect on...

A little odd perhaps, but with the conference approaching I was getting more and more nervous, so I gave it a try.

Lawrence and I share a trait that has always been a gift to us, but has proven to be especially helpful during the pandemic--we are both…

No one could discern the roots of that terror. It was strangely elusive, perhaps from a time or place where there were no words.

Something has been pulling on me, calling me to simplify, ease down, clear space to make room for something...new? different? re-focused?

It will, I hope, give joy, pleasure & sustenance to those who eat it, and become a vehicle of connection for all who share the meal.

I didn't feel good there, but sometimes I felt a little less bad. A tiny shift, but it was a start.

It was like taking a journey together, like discovering a new planet just for us, yet feeling safe and cozy, as if we were in a nest.

I love words so much sometimes I just want to eat them! Plus sitting on a dictionary...

I know what it's like to be bullied--there's fear, humiliation and frustration as someone bigger & stronger taunts & threatens you.

I'll never forget the train ride home after Christmas that year, as every clack of the wheels pulled me further & further away from her.

"If stories come to you, care for them....learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food."

Otherness is an odd--and cosmic--corollary to oneness. Otherness in a relationship can take many forms. There are big differences like...

A lighthearted song...I hope it brightens up your day, bringing back some good memories--your own or maybe your kids' or grandkids'.