from May, 2020 (Tiny moments that get strung together to start giving off more and more light.) Our lives happen in moments. I have to say it again. Our lives happen in moments. Fractions of moments. Our lives happen in glances, and shared exhales, in splinters of seconds when the sun hits the water just…Read more »
How do we be?
Someone recently asked me a question that they’ve been asking everyone right now. How do you be a sensitive and loving person in our time? Here’s what I answered. I’d love to know your answers, too. ❤️ I would start by saying I have been living inside of this question my whole life, even before…Read more »
Not Strong
I am not strong. People tell me all the time that I am strong. Mostly, when people say this, they are referring to me in relationship to the things I have survived. But I have never understood the way we praise strength, especially when, what I know about strength, is that it’s simply what’s left…Read more »
A Definition of Peace
I have been thinking a lot about photographs. The photograph of the girl in Viet Nam, her clothes burned off by napalm, the sheer horror of the image accelerated the end of the war. The shootings at Kent State, the dead student protestors on the ground inspired outrage and action. I’m also thinking about the…Read more »
This Is (not) How I Die
My friend, Kate, is outraged on my behalf. I find myself tracking her energy for clues about why, until she just tells me, doesn’t make me guess like I’m used to. She’s mad that a family member, I’ll call her Elle, asked me, in her “watch me dissect your trauma with scientific interest” way, whether…Read more »
“You’re Married to the Russian!” and other missed opportunities
I am watching for my daughter in the pack of ice skaters looping around the rink when a woman taps me on the shoulder. When I turn toward her, she nods and smiles at me, as if she is expecting an answer to a question she asked the last time we saw one another. Her…Read more »
Everything is Already Okay
“Those Mountains That You Are Carrying, You Were Only Supposed to Climb” –Najwa Zebian– Whenever I say, “Everything is going to be okay,” my somatics teacher, Richard, looks at me with that Mona Lisa smile of his and says, “Everything is already okay,” and I want to lunge across the room and punch him in…Read more »
Let’s All Just Stop Bleeding, On the Count of Three
I was a bully until I was about 9 years old. I made arbitrary rules for my friends that I never told them about until they inevitably broke those rules. Then I would take my love away, swift and business-like, as though I were scooping up coins from the counter and dropping them into my…Read more »
You Are Already Forgiven
I knew when my father started to die, because I felt the morphine run through my own body, 3,000 miles away. Waves of nausea and that narcotic kind of calm came and went, covering over a rising panic one moment, and laying it bare the next. At the time, I was shopping at Target and…Read more »
To Orlando
When I was 15 years old, walking to a bookstore in Boston, I was followed by 3 white guys in a pick up truck. They called me a dyke and a cunt. They spit at me and threw their almost-empty beer cans at me, splashing me with beer. One of the guys stood up in…Read more »