I am writing from bed today, because that is allowed when one has been on lockdown in their home for nearly two months. It’s late afternoon, and the sun is bright and sharp as it slices through my thin curtains, leaving shadows to float across…
Read MoreHow am I? I am every feeling, every thought, every mood. I am inside out, but I am not outside at all, ever, except for in the evening, when the sun is going down, and Nathan and I venture out into the neighborhood for our daily 3 to 4 mile walk. Then I am outside, and the world feels very close and familiar. Nostalgic. Like childhood. I can remember…
Read Morein times like these poetry feels simultaneously…
Read MoreIt is a truth universally acknowledged, that a person in possession of a lot of time to kill, must be in want of a binge. Most of us are entering into our second month of Coronavirus lockdown this week. We’ve blown through Tiger King, cried our eyes out during the latest episode of Outlander, and caught up on all our Bravo shows, and we’re facing a big “what now?”
Read More“When life deals us cards, makes everything taste like it’s salt…
Read MoreThese scones are pretty, buttery, and citrusy-sweet.
Read MoreDear Coco, The update is surreal: Californians have been placed under a…
Read MoreDear Coco, I couldn’t write yesterday. I’d fallen asleep the night before in the midst of a full-blown panic attack after hearing the new report: an estimated 2.2 million American lives could be lost before..
Read More“One day you will tell your story of how you've overcome what you're going through now, and it will become part of someone else's survival guide.” This quote came to mind as I was compiling this list of memoirs. The truth is, we live on stories. We fuel-up on stories. Sometimes, indeed, we survive on stories. Here are some more tools for your survival kit.
Read MoreDear Coco, in a matter of days, life as I’ve known it has been turned upside down. The restaurant I’ve worked at for 15 years closed, indefinitely, over the weekend. The yoga studio I’ve been seeking refuge in for over a decade has cancelled all classes. The world seems to have stopped turning, mid-spin…
Read MoreMeet Jeannette, a writer, a Capricorn, my friend.
Read MoreWhen I chose my WORD for 2019, I didn’t anticipate the tender layers that would have to be stripped from me to reveal my most “natural” self. I wanted to live truthfully, but as it turned out, my “truth” involved a lot of loss, unresolved grief, and generational trauma.
Read MoreA few years ago, I sat down with a psychic and he told me that in a past life I was a...
Read MoreOn an early morning in December, I lit a candle and spoke a promise out into the ether:
“I will not keep you out of my life.”
I repeated it like a mantra, over and over, to my father,
wherever he was.
As it turns out, he was right there with me, and he has been the whole time.
Read MoreSometimes the body will feel like an empty shell, or...
Read MoreI finished this book yesterday. Reading it made me feel like I was gaining some ground to stand on, during a time when I felt as if I was free-falling through the space between me and my lost father.
Read MoreI’ve been in hibernation since the last full moon, after visiting my father’s grave.
I’ve been...
Read MoreOn January 19th, 1982, I lost my father.
He was 19.
I was six months old.
I wasn’t of an age to grieve.
I wasn’t of an age to mourn.
But I’ve carried the sadness with me all this time.
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