- A letter to 10-year-old me
Dear little girl with the wild red hair and mad eyes. Buck up kiddo. Here …
- What’s dying?
What’s dying? An expired passion? Neglected dream? A situation that no longer serves you? If …
- Zen in a napkin: how oryoki kicked my ass
My first Zen sesshin introduced me to oryoki: the Japanese ritual of extreme table …
- Dear Bike Lady
IÂ tossed off a rant called Stop Selling Shit Bikes to Women, two-and-a-half years back. …
- Bird party
The robins started it all. I woke to mad fluttering and chirping, wingbeats too fast …
