4 Elements of ‘Work as Play’: My Father’s Legacy to Me.
As the poet Rumi suggests, what we do is the beauty that we love. Beauty, love, and work, when blended together, can be called play.
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Making Peace with My Mother’s Paradoxes.
And surely there was an attraction to your hyper-literate conservative gurus; how many times did I hear you dreamily quoting William Buckley’s articles, savoring his turns of phrase like a fine wine?
Dear Coyote: a Love Letter to All the Wild-Haired Wanderers.
My father was amazing. Sometimes, he took up all of the space in the room with his laughter, his fiery soul, his protection and honor of women. So, when you are lucky enough to have experienced that, it is difficult not to feel anger at the general lapse of chivalry in society.
A Dream of Infinite Futures and Limitless Life.
The dream represents a return to a kind of magical, childlike thinking, when the future felt infinite and life almost limitless in its possibilities.
The Incomparable Pain of Losing a Parent as an Adult.
I get it why it’s so sad and horrible to lose your parent as an adult. It’s because they were there to experience it all. Your parent, the person who has known you the longest, was there for every milestone you ever had. Sometimes in life one fully doesn’t grasp something until one experiences ...
That Devoted Girl Shattered by Your Truth Is Free.
Sure, it’s easy to love someone when you think they are perfect, when you hold them up on a pedestal and pretend they are everything you need and always wanted. You fell off that pedestal when I was 12, Dad, but I loved you so much, flaws and all, and I still do.
For The First Time, Truth.
My healing process has been mysteriously intertwined with learning to knit... Sometimes the material we have in hand is not the most beautiful or refined. It might not be what we would have chosen had we had the choice. But we can work with what we are given. The pieces that make up the whole ...
The Goddess Is Not ‘Cute’.
Do I want to be the weird one who corrects people when they compliment me? Do I want to be that asshole who thinks it’s her job to teach everyone a thing or two? How can I hold my truth without thinking I need to rub it in everyone’s face?
We Chose Love: Making Peace With My Father.
I can clearly point to a feeling of heightened emotional intelligence for having the courage to rebuild a relationship with my father. I do love him, all of him. Do I still see and feel the angry person of his youth? At times, yes. Do I love him any less for it? No.
Sisters, We Need Each Other.
Women, why do we do this to each other?
Why do we put each other down?
Why do we cut each other out, without a second thought?
Why do we hurt each other, without apology or remorse?