A film about Bruce Springsteen and the making of Nebraska became something more: a reflection on accumulated stress, complicated relationships, and why some raw edges are worth preserving.
Poetry as Practice
Poetry, especially in small forms like haiku, becomes a quiet practice—one that opens awareness, softens the mind, and prepares us to write again.
The Shift
A reflective essay on letting go of control, trusting preparation, and staying present when life accelerates—at work, in writing, and in parenting.
Feeling ignored by my kid
I love being ignored by my kid. It makes me feel so special.
When the moment gets real
When the moment gets real and gut wrenching, I take out a notebook and pen to write down the bones of my feelings. Perhaps it is the flight in me to draw inward, away from the world towards freely expressing what’s in my head. Then again, it may be the fight in me to wrestle …
Holiday Tune-Up
In the midst of rushing around during this joyous holiday season, there’s no better time than now to take pause and check in with what our bodies need.
A Mourning Landmark: 16 Years Ago
Today is a mourning landmark for me because 16 years ago today, my uncle died.
Tears inside me
Tears welled from deep inside me and clung like rain drops upon my cheeks after reading Last Night from the Hospital, by Bob Lonsberry. He made me feel like I was there with Bernadette Lynch and her family. Too soon Bernadette’s light, a high and bright burning flame will flicker out. When Bernadette lost her son Michael …
