I remember the one tragic time my dad truly did something for himself. It had been his dream to restore an antique truck, something from the 1930s, when headlights were still set out on top of the front fenders. When I was in high school, we found the body of a 1937 Ford pickup on … Continue reading Why don’t I believe in resting?
My friend used to ask me, “How are you?” all the time. She’d ask me Every. Day. “Good morning! How are you?” Ugh. It was the worst. What kind of question is that, anyway? “How are you.” What’s with that? Is she seriously expecting an answer? How does one even respond to such an inane … Continue reading The cruelty of “How are you”
When I meditate, part of my settling-in phase is a quick body scan. I think this is supposed to help connect me with the present, but often it is a series of rabbit-holes. I'll sit down, do my few deep breaths, close my eyes, and scan the immediate environment to take note of what's going … Continue reading How to do a 30-second body scan in only ten minutes
I hadn't told anyone I knew that I had been blogging because I was worried about what people might think.
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The voice demands, “Who do you think you are, aspiring to such heights?”, and something in me wants to respond with, “Yeah, maybe I’m not capable of being more.”
Imagine you meet a really sweet kid who had had some rough experiences in life. No one has really taken the time to care about him in his whole life, and now he's in the custody of the government. Circumstances allow you to take him in and adopt him. He's heavy-set and has been teased … Continue reading Adopting the inner child
I’m in the living room of a girlfriend with her, my husband, and a mutual friend who is staying at her place while he’s in town. He has a background in music and South American culture, and he’s tinkering on the piano. My friend suggests he teach me how to salsa. “No thanks,” I say, … Continue reading When my worst nightmare of public humiliation came true