I got two tattoos this past weekend. Because, you know, I’m cool like that.* One of them was on my ribcage, which, according to some, is a painful location to get tattooed. When the needle hit the thin skin over my ribs, it took my breath away. The artist stopped and looked up, “you ok?”… Read More Breathe Through the Pain
I looked down at my right hand and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My pointer finger was broken. I mean, totally broken in half. So weird, I didn’t feel any pain. But it was clearly broken. It had to be fixed. I had to get myself to a hospital. But there was no time! … Read More Fixing What’s Broken
I’m reading a book called “The Places That Scare You.” A friend gave it to me, knowing I was going through some changes in my life. In it, Pema Chondron teaches: We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us and make us increasingly resentful and afraid, or we can let them soften us and make us… Read More My Scary Places
I think I’m pretty lucky. I lived in the same house for my whole life until getting my first apartment after college. Even then, my parents remained and I was able to visit any time I wanted. That big, brown house on the end of Jade Tree Lane, full of trees and memories, was such a staple in my life.… Read More Saying Goodbye to my Childhood Home
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