Like dogs and like children.

One of the best things that happened to me in Taos was meeting Joseph. Joseph was oh, probably eight years old. And a wild towheaded cutie. We sat near each other in a restaurant one early evening and became … co-conspirators of sorts. He had superpowers and I...

Making space.

Disclaimer! This post is … not really a post. And it’s very much not the sort of thing I would normally put here. It’s a bit messy. A bit complex. A lot more yoga-ey than anything I might say if it were just us. (Translation: Jon, don’t read...

Very Personal Ads #56: Rallying it up

Personal ads! They’re … personal! Very. So my itty bitty personal ads made me realize that it’s time to make a regular practice of trying to feel okay asking for stuff. Even when the asking thing feels weird and conflicted. Ever since I posted the...
The Fluent Self