You are at war. Remember that the battle lines are within you: shifting, pulsing, churning through your veins. You cannot do th...

Garlic is magical, and its pungent odor is wafting through our home like fairy dust. Stinky fairy dust. Cloves are also magical, but I c...

We are watching the Cosby show, right now. It is so, SO good. I watch soberly now, and we talk about it. We talk about the good, and ...

And when you wake up, tucked in between the pages of some dark novel, know that these are the stories that glitter with courage...

Be side the still waters, swept enraging currents, newly ever-cycling eddies: I cannot walk through this valley, and I fear t...

One word forward, two words back: Our stories untell themselves. Words slip off our tongues, back into our throats. They stick ...

Love is feathered, shapes the air,  expands to cradle the space we share. There's room enough for you and the soaring wind,...