Safe to say no

Learn to say no (and hear no) with less guilt and hurt, and more connection

writing my way home

Translations

Volver a los 17. A translation.

Translations

Volver a los 17. A translation.

Translations

Volver a los 17. A translation.

Translations

Volver a los 17. A translation.

writing my way home

Musings

Co-regulating with my cheffies

Flakey salt from a glass bowl spilled on a wooden surface. (Yes, salt is a comfort for me, and comforts are part of nervous system healing).

Musings

Co-regulating with my cheffies

Flakey salt from a glass bowl spilled on a wooden surface. (Yes, salt is a comfort for me, and comforts are part of nervous system healing).

Musings

Co-regulating with my cheffies

Flakey salt from a glass bowl spilled on a wooden surface. (Yes, salt is a comfort for me, and comforts are part of nervous system healing).

Musings

Co-regulating with my cheffies

Flakey salt from a glass bowl spilled on a wooden surface. (Yes, salt is a comfort for me, and comforts are part of nervous system healing).

writing my way home

Musings

Dirt: A Love Affair

A very young girl in long knit-woolen pants and slightly too small fuzzy jacket with a hood pulled over her head. She is grinning. Next to her, on a cement pathway is is a bottle with light brown liquid. She looks quite pleased.

Musings

Dirt: A Love Affair

A very young girl in long knit-woolen pants and slightly too small fuzzy jacket with a hood pulled over her head. She is grinning. Next to her, on a cement pathway is is a bottle with light brown liquid. She looks quite pleased.

Musings

Dirt: A Love Affair

A very young girl in long knit-woolen pants and slightly too small fuzzy jacket with a hood pulled over her head. She is grinning. Next to her, on a cement pathway is is a bottle with light brown liquid. She looks quite pleased.

Musings

Dirt: A Love Affair

A very young girl in long knit-woolen pants and slightly too small fuzzy jacket with a hood pulled over her head. She is grinning. Next to her, on a cement pathway is is a bottle with light brown liquid. She looks quite pleased.

writing my way home

Open Letters

Dear Money

Four stacks of coins and a jar full of coins, all with a tender green shoot of growth coming out the top

Open Letters

Dear Money

Four stacks of coins and a jar full of coins, all with a tender green shoot of growth coming out the top

Open Letters

Dear Money

Four stacks of coins and a jar full of coins, all with a tender green shoot of growth coming out the top

Open Letters

Dear Money

Four stacks of coins and a jar full of coins, all with a tender green shoot of growth coming out the top

writing my way home

Crushes

A Brief History of My Crushes

Neon sign: "I have a crush on you"

Crushes

A Brief History of My Crushes

Neon sign: "I have a crush on you"

Crushes

A Brief History of My Crushes

Neon sign: "I have a crush on you"

Crushes

A Brief History of My Crushes

Neon sign: "I have a crush on you"

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Writing helps me practice friendly awareness toward myself and others. When I write, I pause. And when I pause, I get to meet myself with kindness no matter what I'm carrying, no matter what I'm holding. In that way, writing brings me home, wherever in the world I am.

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Musings

Humlum

I have joint custody of a stuffed bear. He was a gift early in my last relationship when my love had to be away traveling very often. We took great joy in naming him for a dear character in a somewhat obscure favorite book. The bear’s name is Oscar Humlum,… [Continue Reading]

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Musings

Humlum

I have joint custody of a stuffed bear. He was a gift early in my last relationship when my love had to be away traveling very often. We took great joy in naming him for a dear character in a somewhat obscure favorite book. The bear’s name is Oscar Humlum,… [Continue Reading]

read more

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