Crossing the Line.

Back in the day, a sailor’s first voyage across the equator was considered a big deal. It was a rite of passage. A ritual of crossing. Everything was different after it happened. Once you had crossed the line, you weren’t just a sailor anymore. You were a...

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...

Invisibility hacks. Three of them.

We talk a lot here about how scary it can be to be seen. Also about the longing to be seen — seen by certain people. To be acknowledged for what you have done or who you are. The safety of not being found versus the desire to be found. I’ve written about...
The Fluent Self