Day

September 3, 2014
I don’t know if you have noticed, but ever since Robin Williams died, I have removed the filter from my writing that keeps me safe of jaw dropping, disappointing head gestures, and all kinds of judgments that authentic writing invites. I just really don’t care anymore what people think because lives are at stake. If...
My husband asked me this morning how I slept. I wasn’t sure if I should tell him the truth. Yesterday was a bad day in a string of good days, which feels like a blizzard the first week of April. Aren’t we done with this? By the time we connected at dinner, I had meditated...