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...

Ringing.

It looked like a cigar. Or did it. It didn’t really look like a cigar, but my mind tried to make it into a cigar, because what else would someone be throwing behind a bush? The woman holding it was maybe a couple feet away. I just saw the shape of it, and the...
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