One Hundred Chickens.

I like rituals. This is not a secret. I like the way they can be tiny and silly and mysterious all at the same time. How they cultivate mindfulness but not in some annoying “ooh I’m being mindful” way. How they can be private and communal at the same...

Ringing the bell.

In Ann Arbor, Michigan, there’s a restaurant* called the Gandy Dancer. I’d link to it but they play outstandingly annoying music on their website.** Trust me. Anyway. The name is a slang term for early railroad workers. And the restaurant itself is right...

Friday Chicken #99: bottles of beer

Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection. And you get to join in if you feel like it. Yes, they’re on...

The Gracious No.

I’ve been working pretty much non-stop on this for a couple years now. I’ve written about how stuckified I can get with saying NO. And composed so many Very Personal Ads asking for help finding that elusive, gracious NO. Because that’s what I want:...
The Fluent Self