The Secret Sword Society

I already told the story of my brother coming home from pre-school and announcing proudly, “I know the S word!” I love S words. And I especially love how [s-words] easily turns into swords. Swords and s-words. So.

Releasing.

Things I have let go of this week. A grey t-shirt that belonged to a once-upon-a-time lover. The shirt was old and torn. The former lover is, or was, in Santa Cruz. He found the shirt on a beach once and thought it was lucky, I can’t remember why, and I have nothing...

Chicken 336: Meet me on the star ferry?

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? Invoking superpowers. As you know, I love to name superpowers. Naming them reminds me that they’re possible, and then...

Entering with roses. Hello, 2015.

On New Year’s Eve, just as it was beginning to get dark, I had two sudden realizations. One was that I did not in fact want to go out dancing. I love west coast swing with an intensity I don’t even know how to describe, and I’ve missed eight weeks of...
The Fluent Self