feeling the story again

When I think to when I've felt the most myself, I remember the year after college, the year before I was married. I had my own apartment and worked breezy, carefree jobs. I had a TV but no channels. I spent my free time hanging out with friends or writing. Back then, I had dreams... Continue Reading →

bucket list

Long before the term "bucket list" existed, I created one. I was a kid still, and I wrote it with a pink pen on a piece of notebook paper. I came up with fifty things I wanted to accomplish in my life. I have looked for this piece of paper, but have never found it... Continue Reading →

dream in my pocket

A few months ago, a friend of mine sent me this. She knows that I have always dreamed of being a writer. And she knows that like most dreams, it gets shoved behind daily tasks and my job and my relationships. It ends up dead last in my priorities, even though at one point in... Continue Reading →

camp, college, work

Today, I was sitting in a meeting and a colleague walked in and turned air to perfume. She wore whatever it is my camp counselor wore 13 years ago. And suddenly, I couldn't focus on global transformation or centers of excellence, but could only think about tubing down a river that wasn't deep enough and... Continue Reading →


I'm thinking about getting a tattoo. I've been thinking about this for awhile, and I haven't laughed off the stupidity of the idea yet, so I think this idea is going to translate into actual ink on my body. One day - when I forget that tattoos mean enduring needles and sleazy motorcycle dudes w/intentionally... Continue Reading →

when I grow up

I have this reoccurring dream where I'm in school. And each night when I dream this, I panic and look in my notebook for what my next class is and what homework is due. See, that's just how I was in school. Doing homework the class before it was due, my teachers always thinking I... Continue Reading →

optimistic musings

Ah, the Christmas spirit. When I was young, it was wrapping presents and listening to Bing Crosby on our Grafonola and reading the Bernstein Bears' Christmas Tree over and over. And how I wish it was still that. Now it's drawing names and price ranges and checking off lists and coveting. Yes, coveting. So hard... Continue Reading →

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