“When you look at someone’s life and see things that they can’t see, sometimes that can hurt a lot,” I said. “I’m not sure why.” This morning I was crying. “What’s wrong?” Ming asked, half asleep. “Not sure anything’s wrong,” I said. Death, loss, miscommunication, vulnerability, time, fear, the fragility of bodies. “There’s just a… Read More »
I wrote this poem how to sing your way through a panic attack this morning in the kitchen. Although it’s written as instructions, it’s autobiographical. I hope it gives you ideas of how to feel your feelings, grapple with death, and keep trying. Ming recorded me reading it. We’re staying at a gorgeous cabin in… Read More »
Hey, what do you think? It’s September. My life feels like a patch of briars. I’m trying to get comfortable. Unfortunately, I’m made of human being. I brush past the cat’s claw acacia and find out why it’s called that, as thorns catch my clothes. Oops, I liked those clothes. I keep listening to this… Read More »