Above Us, Only Sky

August 18, 2014

There’s always a moment, when you’re climbing very big rocks, that you look down and say ‘oh, shit.’ Sometimes you say those words out loud, sometimes the words just fly around in your head like trapped butterflies, but either way the feeling is the same: you’ve just looked down, and you’ve seen how far there is to fall, and your breath catches in your throat and you hug the rock a little harder and even though you know that all there is to do is keep climbing, there’s a part of you that just wants to stop and stay where it’s [...]

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She’s Gonna Ride These Wild Horses

July 28, 2014

When I was 11 years old, I stole a horse. Actually, it’s probably more accurate to say that I borrowed the horse — I had every intention of returning it — but still: I took a horse that did not belong to me. There are laws against that. I stole the horse because I wanted [...]

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Sometimes, You Live The Story As You Tell It

July 24, 2014

This is play, truly. This is what “watch me be the sunset Daddy!” looks like. This is the rejoinder to the complaint that life is documented more than it is lived. For us, it’s both, all at once. We write our story, and tell it, and sometimes the telling shapes the writing, and sometimes the [...]

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Dispatches From The Epic Everyday

June 24, 2014

When I lived in New York City, I did many of the things that you’d expect one to do while living in New York City. I took my kids on long walks in Central Park. I developed an appreciation for New York pizza, and New York bagels, and black and white cookies, and Shake Shack. [...]

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On Mama Bears And Fear And The Terrible Question Of What Would YOU Do, Really?

June 19, 2014

HLN called me the other day and asked if I would comment on this terrible story. It really is an awful, horrible, ugly story, and one that I would ordinarily prefer to not comment on, in large part because it’s the kind of story that I don’t even want to think about. But it’s also [...]

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The Monster In The Closet, Redux (Or, It Could Have Been Me)

June 17, 2014

It’s been almost four years since I originally published this. I’m posting it again for a couple of reasons: one, because Katherine Stone has been fundraising for this tremendously important cause and so it’s been top of mind, but the kind of top-of-mind that I keep trying to push down, because there are ghosts here, [...]

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you shall above all things be glad and young

June 10, 2014

you shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear It will become you;and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become. – e. e. cummings

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This Week In Mild Gratitude

April 4, 2014

I’ve sat down to write at least half a dozen times this week, and I’ve started about a half dozen posts (well, the same post, a half dozen times.) When I said last week that writing again was like a (re)birth, I didn’t realize how right I was, in so many other ways. It’s not [...]

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This Week In Joy

March 28, 2014

The other day, I wrote in this space for the first time in almost exactly nine months. Nine months is a long time, as anyone who has had a baby can tell you. When you hit nine months on the pregnancy calendar you are pretty much done, regardless of how much longer it actually takes, [...]

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Be The Conversation You Want To See In The World

March 25, 2014

It was right there at the top of my personal inbox this afternoon. A Dropbox file, shared by my friend David Wescott, with this note attached: As you may know, Gloria Steinem is 80 years old today. I thought it might be nice to share a recording of the conversation you had with her a [...]

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Postcards to Heaven

June 12, 2013

When you died, Emilia drew you a picture. It was your ‘death house’ she said; it was where you lived now. It had all your favorite things, as she understood them: cats and friendly sharks and motorcycles and flowers and heart-clouds. It was, she told me, your happy place. Grandpa should know that we know [...]

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