Light has never been here, in the deepest part of the Pacific. The closest to the core of the earth any surface dweller can go is named the Mariana Trench, which feels rather Biblical. Maternal. And apt. Maternity is often marine-like in my mind. Aquatic. It’s bathed in water…

The night he froze to death, Jon sang his heart out. After months of sobriety, serving as a designated driver for his comrades on the base, picking them up after nights of debauchery and fun, Jon lost his resolve and decided to have a few drinks. Quite a few, really…

It’s quiet this morning up on the bluff. It usually is, unless the creatures in the canyon get into a pre-dawn skirmish, but that’s a marker of summer and we’re just barely into the tendrils of spring. There is no wind, even though I sometimes secretly wish there were. Jon…

I have recently renewed my commitment to writing every morning for a dedicated period of time. This is great, as I have previously written a few things worth reading. Quite a few, in fact. And lately — as in — since that commitment, I have written mostly scattered and unusable…

And human. I was reminded of my human-ness today. Not the language skills and opposable thumbs parts, but the tender parts that remember The Bad Things from before and invest unhelpful energy into worry about the things that have yet to come. The anxious parts. And also? The gracious…

What is the legacy of your pandemic? It will feel sudden when it happens. Heed the inklings that come from nowhere — the wordless whispers to refill the gas tank, or give your pops one last hug before you head out. They will happen before it happens. They will be…

One year ago… ​ I had achieved many goals: - I was on top of my email inbox - There were no piles - My storage unit was empty - I had scheduled 20 Learn to Teach Yin trainings - I could do six pull-ups - I was six months coffee free ​ At this moment, my inbox tops out…

The justifications we make for the paradoxes we find ourselves inside of. From the archives, with a little love for the passage of time. I used to do this Thing. (I did it yesterday). The Thing I did? Make sure I don’t get ahead. Contend for the silver medal. Work…

an excerpt from Better Boundaries One year ago I walked into an Al-anon meeting. In the previous month, I’d been to all sorts of 12 step meetings, looking for my home. The pamphlets didn’t describe me, or the people gaped at me — hungry eyes — fresh meat. The last…