These are the thoughts I think while hiding

There are a lot of things I think about while hiding. There are a lot of things I think about while hiding in the alcove next to my refrigerator, huddling close to the smooth wooden cabinet, appreciating the way it juts out, blocking any view of me from outside the...

Looking. Under. Things.

This is a post about up and under. Up. I want to tell you about Tel Aviv. That city and I had a long complicated love affair that stretched out over ten sweet, wildly intense years. I mostly think I’m over it, but then again, I don’t visit. Which is...

Chicken 339: WUSIT!

A look at the good and the hard in my week, a ritual of reflecting. It is Friday and we are here. {a breath for Friday.} What worked this week? Choosing intentional seclusion, and redefining it. I got invited to a fun thing on Wednesday and realized the better choice...

Time will tell.

Tenderness. Tenderness is a word that has changed for me over time. It used to grate. Maybe I had tenderness about tenderness. I didn’t like it. It felt too vulnerable, overly sweet, almost overbearing in its rawness. I didn’t want to be tender. I wanted...
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