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Standing barefoot in the kitchen, eating a banana with almond butter (spreading it bite by bite) under the comforting light of the...

Honest grief, the only real kind. When anger and shame and hope for something else are all stripped away, and you see the thing you were...

This is in praise of the comma. The dance partner that leads you through a turn you didn’t know was coming but felt as a yes through your...

The sharp cold. The snap of the wooden decking beneath your feet as you go out for one last look at the moon. The deep stillness of the...

I held a baby today. A toddler, really. A petite and precocious 16-month-old. It’s been ages, pre-pandemic, since I have. I used to turn...

The knowing of another person. The ones you’ve known for twenty years and still come back to, a place in your own inner landscape: here,...

When I was a kid, every six months or so my Alaskan cousins would send an enormous box of clothes they didn’t want anymore. My sisters...

The particular roughened tenderness that comes when you’ve picked up your guitar a handful of times in the last couple of weeks: The hint...

Rapunzel’s hair must have hung heavy on her: not just maintenance and standard of beauty, but a ladder for her witch-mother and her...

I saw someone today I “barely know,” someone I’ve only talked to a handful of times. She’d been gone for a while, a couple of months? And...

A poet whose name I’d never heard of and whose words slid through my memory like birds I couldn’t hold, but which made me gasp and nod...

The cloud bank above the lake this morning was dark and almost slate blue, looking more like rain than clouds tends to in winter. The sky...

What if everything we make– Art– is because someone else, thousands of someones, placed their order?? What if nothing is made in a void,...

(I most often write for and work with kids. This post is not limited to Kid-Appropriate Language.) “I like to try to apply [the] spirit...

Meet yourself again and again. Try to do the important thing again and again. Listen and edit and write the story. #Failure #AmandaPalmer...

When things get difficult, is your instinct to invest the effort to make it better, or to set a trap so it all gets worse? Because if...

“An atmosphere,” he said. What he was trying to create with “Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood” was “an atmosphere that allows people to be...

Overheard: I told Barb the lawyers said, “we’ll be lucky to be divorced by the end of the year!” Barb damn near dropped her teeth! #Ideas...

Oh, what does the New Year see in me? I certainly see myself. But from where does it reckon who I am? -John Bragstad, Bringing in the New...

Timothy Kreider and Doug Lipman had some overlapping things to say about life and storytelling: The narrative form real life most closely...