Why is it so hard to love myself unconditionally? Even in this question I find remnants of the berating that is antithetical to getting there.

What would you do if you knew you only had six months left to live?

Some day we will return to ourselves and realize that war is wrong.

In which being (in) a body is complicated - and essential.

The difference between working and being useful is difficult to discern. Here’s how I do it.

The birds have been around for 23 million years. How did they do it?

What if color was more important than money?

In which I fear change, until I don’t.

When change is gradual, but we perceive it all at once.

Moving or not, it’s a time for leaving and loss.

Resilience through discomfort: sometimes we need to move to care

In which I contemplate leaving

I took the first step at age 16. When did you?

Right now, it is almost heretical to say it

My brain is hardwired for hope-as-discipline: what could possibly go wrong!

The right to radical rest is a hill I will die on. Yet. Does that also apply now?

When is my tapping out of social media complacency, and when is it self-preservation?

In which I try to stay present.

And it’s not (just) that water is a good thing.

Distrust everything if you have to. But trust the hours.