Your Tiny Rearview Mirror
How much energy do you spend re-litigating old arguments, re-hashing past hurts, re-constituting the very moments you wish had been different?
The Cage is Open. You may Go.
For far too long, you’ve been perched inside a perfectly respectable, albeit entirely self-imposed, cage. It’s got all the familiar comforts: the predictable anxieties, the well-worn self-doubt, the trusty “better safe than sorry” mantra echoing off the bars.
Advice for your next bear attack
What if we accepted hardships as callings to refine very specific traits within us?
With Joy, Carry the Water
Finding blessings in the mundane and messy (and in Britney Spears) Many evenings, I just don’t have it in me…
Even in This, There is Beauty
It’s not happening to us. It’s happening for us. It’s not our world. Never was. It’s easy to treat our…
Skate, Don’t Self-Hate
Heroic attempts. Good misses. And abundant self-forgiveness. They kept getting back up. Over and over, like little Terminators. You name…
A Case for Touch…and Swords
In a world saturated with talking-heads, bickering, and social media we can easily forget that touch is the primal language.
Oh, Our Family Divas
Is your family’s arc slumping or soaring? Take a good look at the Eric Fischl painting (above) and try not…