Things you ought to know:
1. I was interviewed on Brene Brown’s site yesterday and couldn’t be more honored!
2. There is still room in the final session of Mondo Beyondo for the year! Is it time for you to dream? Something just for you? You’ll be in really good company. It is in the pursuit of your dreams that you become the most alive version of yourself.
4. I moved this blog over to WordPress recently. This also changed the RSS feed! To subscribe (or re-subscribe) to the RSS feed on this site, please click the orange icon next to my photo.
5. After answering Brene’s interview questions I actually realized that my least favorite word is eargasm. What’s yours?
7. Nico took his first steps! Here is a video of us trying to capture them.
8. This poem by Maya Stein (who teaches online writing courses) is gorgeous:
Maybe the camera crew is at someone else’s house,
a spotlight haloing over another’s fleshy story.
Maybe the mailman is delivering the good news
to your neighbor, or a different city entirely,
and you come home to a rash of catalogues,
the second notice for a doctor’s bill, a plea
from the do-gooders for whatever you can spare.
Maybe you haven’t cleaned your kitchen floor in weeks,
forgotten to nourish the front garden, spilled too much
coffee in your car, weaving through traffic.
Maybe you are 10 pounds heavier than last year.
Maybe your skin is betraying your age.
Maybe winter is ravaging your heart.
Maybe you are afraid, or lonely, or furious, or wanting out
of every commitment you entered with such vigor and trust.
Maybe you’ve bitten your nails down to the quick,
chosen your meals badly, ignored the advice of those
who know you best. Maybe you are stubborn as a toddler.
Maybe you are clumsy or foolish or hasty or reckless.
Maybe you haven’t read all the books you’re supposed to.
Maybe your handwriting is still illegible after all these years.
Maybe you spent too much on a pair of shoes you didn’t need.
Maybe you left the window open and the rain ruined the cake.
Maybe you’ve destroyed everything you’ve ever wanted to save.
If anything, believe in your own strange loveliness.
How your body, even as it stumbles, angles for light.
The way you hold a dandelion with such yearning and tenderness,
the whole world stops spinning.