Grief is physical.
My hair looks different to me lately. Over the last few months, it has become puffier on the top – oddly, only on the top. My hair is...
So utterly alone. So completely connected.
The day after my brother died, I started writing everything pertaining to him and his death in a blank book. Much of what I recorded is...
Energy lives on.
Yesterday, I received a gift when a friend and former colleague of Frank’s shared something he had written about him. Jon Kolko is an...
Love coming now, more writing later
December -- when the ideas about things I want to write about come fast and furious, and life crashes in faster and furiouser. You can...
Recipe for managing grief over the holidays
Here we are once again on the verge of the holiday season, with many preparing to celebrate both secular and religious holidays in the...
Beyond the swamp of confusion: What we CAN do about cancer
The latest doubt expressed in the cancer world is in regards to the mammogram, long (and still) the most commonly available and utilized...
How I made it through another October
October has an unwelcome effect on my energy and my brain function. I keep trying to think of the right metaphor for it. I have not yet...
For Glennon Doyle Melton: An invitation to rethink "detour." You are on the path, every mo
I often read Glennon Doyle Melton’s blog Momastery, and have a deep appreciation for her generous honesty and down-to-earth humanity. She...
In the oyster of obsession, you may find a pearl
On a business trip last winter, I got into a car to drive from Austin to Dallas, TX. I had all sorts of intentions for how I would spend...
To become what we can be, do we need to release what we possess?
Everywhere I look I see the human impulse to possess, to retain, to own exclusively. Children often display its most raw form. I...