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I used to run from silence as if my life depended on escaping it. And in a way, it did. Never having a moment of quiet or stillness is what allowed me to live a life that now makes me cringe; a life where I appeared to be fine but was slowly dying inside. This fear of silence perfectly complemented the ingrained sense of unworthiness that drove me to be constantly busy and striving for further achievement. From the moment my feet hit the floor in the morning until I fell into

[The following is another piece written a few years ago when I was exploring alternative formats for storytelling.]   DON’T LEAVE HOME...

This week I’m thrilled to announce that, over the weekend, I finished the final edit of the manuscript for my forthcoming book Rising:...

“You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.” Toni Morrison The past ten years have whizzed by, jam-packed with more...

There was a time when I would have said that I was definitely not a procrastinator: if something needed to be done, I got right on it....

I’ve never been (and suspect I never will be) commended for having the patience of a saint. In fact, I generally uphold both the Aries...

It seems that remaining steadfast in my resolve to find joy and purpose as democracy continues to dissolve is becoming an almost...

A big part of my daily life of late has been making an effort to stave off the negative effects of aging. Ironically, this is one...

Seems it’s that time again, where the lists are clamoring to be shared. This time around, the nautical definition of the term listing (...

You’d think someone who reads as incessantly as I always have would have figured out that the mind-body connection is a real thing much...

When I bought my ideal Caribbean cottage seven years ago, it was an extremely busy time. In addition to moving, I was still dealing with...

When I wrote about decluttering your space , I suggested it was a potential first step in decluttering the rest of your life. If you’re...

Today’s my birthday (again) and I’m celebrating by slacking off a bit (in fact, that may be the theme for the entire month of April,...

Last month I wrote about family estrangement , something I’ve become intimately familiar with and am still working hard to accept. While...

As I was falling in love with the process  of writing, I dropped down a bit of a rabbit hole pondering the concepts of story and...

Having lived almost exclusively in my head from a very early age, until recently I was wholly unaware that everybody didn’t live the same...

These days I’m finding my reveries riddled with metaphors. Some of them are strong (decluttering one’s physical space as a metaphor for...

I’m surely dating myself, but this question, asked with varying degrees of frequency and vitriol, was not uncommon when I was a child. It...

I may not have fully embraced the holiday season yet, but one thing I do love about this time of year is my newish habit of taking the...

Fresh from our Thanksgiving viewing of Wicked , the CWP  and I were enjoying a sort of suspended animation. We’d known since September...