Writing

I can trace back to almost the precise moment I decided to take a different turn in my spiritual journey. The moment I was ready to become who I had long been dreading. The time had come when I couldn’t keep fooling myself any longer. When no amount of hair dye or hangouts with 30 and 40 something year olds was going to keep up the delusion that I am their age and not in my early fifty’s - calves deep into the next stage of my life. It was the moment I was ready to claim my p

I held the hair tie in my fingers and pulled and twisted. Stretched and released, only to stretch and release again. Each machination of...

This is a short piece that I wrote in the spring of 2020. When the pandemic was still fresh and no one knew how long it would last and we...

“Do mindfulness”, they said. “Meditate and exercise and do yoga. Write a journal. Feel your feelings and let them go”, counseled the...