Where my three year-old son’s closet door meets its edge, there is a crack. A tiny crack, barely enough to slide a thick piece of paper in. Like all closet doors, it simply doesn’t close perfectly.
“Fix the crack,” he begs, last in a list of ritualistic requests he makes, stalling the moment when he is alone with himself and the dark (if you don’t count the 20 stuffed animals, two night-lights, six layers of blankets, tank of goldfish, white noise and more). And…Continue
“In the midst of life’s journey I found myself in a dark wood, for the right path was lost.”—Dante, the Inferno
We have all felt as Dante expresses above at one, or many points, in our lives.
Those of us who write might, in fact, be doing so as a way of finding…Continue
A creative life is full of strange timing, timing that—if you make yourself available to it, will surprise and delight you with opportunities and learning, growth and discovery. But you can’t force it, you can only keep showing up to the task, and more importantly, cultivating…Continue
Even though I’m still carrying my jacket more often than wearing it, it’s January, and thus, ostensibly Winter. I know by the strange membrane of gray that stretches tight over the sky, in the air, as though I’m looking at the world through a veil of ancient lace. And even though this is California, where things bloom and snow is not legally sanctioned to fall below…Continue