38 Yawns

Setting off. I wrote this piece six weeks ago, on the night the boy and I left Portland for Operation True Yes, six months of wandering. It was Erev, the Eve of, and specifically the Eve of Yeses. The embarking, the setting off. If you are not familiar with the...

The Red Box Clues.

What’s in a red box? I have been busy emptying and releasing, letting go of [a wide variety of things], and part of that has involved unpacking three red boxes I hadn’t wanted to look at. These boxes are full of things I’ve written. Though, really,...

PTSD. A letter from me to me.

Deep breath. You will be okay. You are okay right now. A brief explanation. This letter is a reminder from slightly more conscious me who is not in the throes of panic and terror, written for sad, scared me who forgets what is true. It is part of my Book of Me, part...

And the Phrase of the Year prize goes to…

Alas, it’s not really the kind of prize one can look forward to, because it doesn’t go to a person. No, the Phrase of the Year prize goes to the phrase itself. And winning generally has to do with how useful a particular phrase is in resolving something in...
The Fluent Self