"What is it we remember of a life? From those 28,000 days if we are lucky enough to live that long? Those 960 months? ...Surely our days are measured in small things, small connections, small thoughts. It's not meetings and deals closed. It is our children. Talking of the day, of lunch, of coloring, of nonsense, the parent listening, half listening, not listening, because this is a thing we do, we daily do, morning and afternoon, the little holy rituals that make up a day, a life, a drop-off and pick-up, an expected thing, a known thing, a wave to the crossing guard, to a mom friend, to Ravi and Angie and Brandon, little school friends. My, how they've grown. New lunch box? New backpack? Good day? Hold my hand, sweetheart. Listen to your mother. A shared smile with the other mothers. They know this world. Can you believe this new principal? Did you hear so-and-so got laid off? The deli charges $5 for a half gallon of milk now. Ineffable feelings. The best kind. Words overrated. Time to go home now. She puts him in the car, in his car seat, buckles him in, burying her face in his neck, a little kiss. We'll go home and have a snack and play and then dinner and a bath and bed. A story. Frog and Toad again. Fishy kisses. Super-tuck. He asks for a super-tuck. That's what he calls it. Night, Mom. See you tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. We have time. Of course we have time. Please dear God."-John Kenney, I See You've Called in Dead
A commonplace book for all the little and big mysteries I notice. And occasionally, poetry!
Monday, August 03, 2026
What Makes Life LIFE
Tuesday, March 17, 2026
America Needs to Party More
"My point is that we are obligated to create the social world we want. Intimacy, togetherness—the opposite of the crushing loneliness so many people seem to feel—are what parties alchemize. Warm rooms on cold nights, so many people you love thumbtacked down in the same place, the musical clank of bottles in the recycling, someone staying late to help with the dishes—these are things anyone can have, but like everything worth having, they require effort. Fire trucks, after all, don’t come from nowhere—they come because we pay taxes.This year, pay your taxes: Resolve to throw two parties—two because two feels manageable, and chain-letter math dictates that if every party has at least 10 guests (anything less is not a party!) and everyone observes host-guest reciprocity (anything else is sociopathic!), then everyone gets 20 party invitations a year—possibly many more. Bear in mind that parties can be whatever you want: a 15-person Super Bowl party; a casual picnic in the park with 20 of your pals; an overfull house party, guest count unknown. They do not need to be expensive, or formal, or in your own home. You don’t need a theme, unless you want one. You don’t even need to buy anything, or clean up beforehand, if you’re feeling particularly punk. All you have to do is invite people in."
-Ellen Cushing, America Needs to Party More
The Choices That Create Isolation
"Those choices might seem minor, but they matter: To call a friend, or scroll on Instagram? To go to church, the weekly soccer game, or book club—or sleep in and scroll again? Today’s newsletter rounds up stories on the activities that bring us together, and the ones that keep us apart."
-Isabel Fattal, The Choices That Create Isolation
Sunday, March 08, 2026
Sometimes I Get the Zoomies
How fortunate I am! I'm grateful to life, and I'm grateful to myself for persevering through all the obstacles and challenges over the years to establish myself in this role. And lastly, I'm grateful for my husband, whose steadfast company and material provision over many years sustained me while I took a detour from the profession to immerse myself in motherhood and other experiences, before I wound my way back to this role.
Thursday, March 05, 2026
A Glimmer For Today
Many years ago I was quite phobic about spiders. I'm talking about not being able to sleep if I saw a spider in my bedroom, visceral physical reactions of disgust at seeing one, and intense terror. I loved reading Charlotte's Web and understood intellectually how helpful they were. But this couldn't get past my lizard brain response.
In my 20s I began to work on shifting this. I made myself look at them more closely if I saw them outdoors. I worked on talking myself down to a calmer state. Rather than killing them when I found them at home, I began to rescue and release them. I still had the heebie jeebies with some of the bigger ones. If I found one in the car I'd probably melt down. But for the most part I've gotten over the phobia.
I'm not a passionate or dedicated housekeeper. Dusting feels pointless. The house is neat but a bit cobwebby around the corners. Last September a spider established a small home base on the kitchen sink window. We had a problem with fruit flies in October, and Sydney was quite helpful resolving it. They began to weave a more elaborate home, and I decided as long as it remained confined to the windowsill I would leave it be.
And here we are, six months later. Sydney remains, and the sill is strewn with little carcasses of prior meals. I'm not sure how long spiders live but am impressed how much time has elapsed with Sydney at the sill. I would never have envisioned me allowing this years ago.
Wednesday, February 18, 2026
Sara Bareilles, Salt Then Sour Then Sweet (Lyrics)
But I want the dark ones, too
Grief is the singer in my band
She's a passenger van
And a shortcut straight to the truth
Learn from the nightshades
They grow in the darkest places
Had we not been stung so many times
Would we ever have arrived
At this heaven on Earth that I don't wanna waste
Pick a lucky penny up
And I'll marry you for your money, love
So keep the Novocain out of my wisdom teeth
Want to feel it all
Salt then sour then sweet
Want to kiss you and write love's name on my crumbling walls
Lay them at your feet with the rest of me
Salt then sour then sweet
Come to the porch, love
Look up at the perfect sky
Holding the sun and the moon and the thundering June
While she teaches the birds and the rain how to fly
I don't need perfect
I just want to touch what's true
I want to cherish the trying
And the living and dying
Make big mistakes the way kind people do
Pick a lucky penny up
And I'll marry you for your money, love
So keep the Novocain out of my wisdom teeth
Want to feel it all
Salt then sour then sweet
Want to kiss you and write love's name on my crumbling walls
Lay them at your feet with the rest of me
Nothing more I need
Nothing more I need
Life is lovably
Salt then sour then sweet
So sweet
So sweet
So sweet
Life is lovably
So sweet, so sweet
So sweet
Saturday, January 03, 2026
The Library, Mid-Winter
The Library, Mid-WinterThe library chair holds the shape of a body
better than the body holds the news.
Outside, the rain is a gray slant of percussion,
drumming a rhythm for a march starting
somewhere south of our borders.
We ate eggs while discussing our work
of mending, healing hearts and minds.
We called out each other's blind spots
to examine, completely safe within
our connection of love and respect.
But it’s time to undress the Christmas tree,
to stow the baubles and lights, yet I dawdle.
The branches hold beloved memories
that visit once a year. There is no guarantee
I will unpack them again.
I think of the earth, waiting for the pine,
waiting for me -- to be turned back into
something that helps the flowers grow.-Kathryn Harper
Friday, January 02, 2026
How I Spent Today
Originally I was seeking community, a group to visit and participate in locally in person. And perhaps I will find this. However, there are no groups associated with this organization in the western United States, so I figured I'd take the free training and see what develops.
The training was easy and the concepts are simple. As with much wisdom, simple does not equate with low-effort. Experiencing joy on the regular is a practice; it only develops with continuous effort.
AFH organizes itself around ten key points that form an acronym: GREAT DREAM. Attending to these keys contribute to one's own happiness as well as that of others. Additionally, not doing harm is a potent contribution to well-being.
Thursday, January 01, 2026
This Year's Intentions
Daily
- I will continue to meditate daily for five minutes; it's the holy pause, and even brief episodes have a positive impact.
- Each day I walk, at a minimum, 2,000 steps; given my sedentary job and life, it stuns me how few steps I could take if I don't make the effort. Last year my average was 4,835 steps (2.28 miles per day).
- Read a book -- it requires deep attention.
Weekly
- Make art. It can be small, quick, and simple. Or it can be elaborate.
- Seek and invite spending time with my child, who is leaving in eight months.
- Date night with Hub; this has vastly improved our connection in the past several years.
- See clients -- my work, which I really enjoy.
- Exercise four to five times a week, including strength training.
- Write one blog entry.
Monthly
- See friends!
- Go on side quests with Hub.
- Attend Open Studio with friends.
Yearly
- Improve overall physical fitness, including shedding more weight.
- Read at least 30 books.
- Travel with Hub on a couple of trips.
- Get my child moved to college.
- Explore and create new community.
- Attend a few Ecstatic Dances.
Tuesday, December 23, 2025
Jackie Summers on The Physics of Wishing
I've followed Jackie Summers on Facebook and on his Substack for several years. Based on what I know of his life story, he is a human phoenix. Much respect to him. He's an eloquent thinker and writer, as well as the first Black person in America with a license to make liquor. He created a drink based on the generational recipe from the African-Indiginous heritage of Barbados: Sorel Liqueur.
His recent post was about The Physics of Wishing, and I wanted to bookmark it for future reference. The entire post is worth reading.
But the core of what I want to post are his instructions as follows:
How to Actually Send a Wish
(No physics degree required)
If any of those landed in your chest and you thought, “I hope that’s true for somebody I love”— here’s how you turn that into a real wish.
You don’t have to believe in magic. You just have to be willing to try an experiment.
1. Breathe once, on purpose.
Inhale a little slower than usual.
That’s your rhythm.
2. Let one person come to mind.
Just one. A friend, a lover, an ex, a parent, a stranger on the edge.
3. Find your stillness, set your intention.
Say it quietly in your head. Let your body feel what you mean.
4. Exhale slowly.
On that breath out, imagine the wish leaving your field and brushing theirs.
That’s it. That’s the whole spell.
No glitter. No angels getting their wings. Just a small increase in local coherence, from your nervous system to someone else’s.
Monday, December 22, 2025
Marcel The Shell With Shoes On | Official Trailer HD | A24
If you ever get a chance to watch this quirky movie, you won't regret it. That is, if you enjoy movies about love, connection, grief, joy, and wonder.
Sunday, November 30, 2025
Poem
What if I told you
that the carpet of lights
below an ascending plane
are sparks of souls,
our ancestors visiting
to light our way through life?-Kathryn Harper
Monday, August 25, 2025
Poem: A Therapy Hour
As a therapist, this reads true. It's not a script. For me, the poem evokes the essence of being a therapist, meeting whatever the client brings, staying present and authentic. Of course therapy also involves deeper responses, examinations of beliefs and thought patterns, skill practice.
Click to enlarge for better reading.
Saturday, August 23, 2025
Friday, June 20, 2025
Comes And Goes (In Waves)
Only to be let down, time after time
This one's for the torn down, the experts at the fall
Come on friends, get up now, you're not alone at all
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And this part was for her and this part was for her
This part was for her, does she remember?
It comes and goes in waves, I
This one's for the faithless, the ones that are surprised
They're only where they are now, regardless of their fight
This one's for believing, if only for its sake
Come on friends, get up now, love is to be made
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And this part was for her and this part was for her
This part was for her, does she remember?
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
Why I try
This is for the ones who stand
For the ones who try again
For the ones who need a hand
For the ones who think they can
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
Why I fly
Sunday, June 15, 2025
All Kinds of Things for Love
[A Debt]
in a dream, i saw my mother
before she was made mine. her
life still unburdened by the weight
of raising someone. no one has left her
to be in a grave & she is yet to know
where the nearest cemetery is.
when she runs across the field, no tiny footprints
gather next to her steps. her
hunger simply hers alone.
we do all kinds of things for love. look at me.
look at me returning her life to her.
even in a dream.
--noor unnahar
Tuesday, June 03, 2025
AMORIRI (Official Video)
Shamanic, animistic, primal, intense, and gorgeous. Discovered while at Ecstatic Dance. A shorter version is in rotation on my music service.
Friday, May 30, 2025
True Joy
“This is the true joy in life, being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one. Being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it what I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.” — George Bernard Shaw











