When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I want to do is go back to sleep. Because: Sometimes, often I sleep badly and actually...

I’d been feeling angsty and in my head, like I was very possibly too tender for this world where everything feels more intense than it is...

Growing up, June was endless pool days, playing Marco Polo, Fish Out of Water, Colors. Swimming, splashing, screaming, squealing glee...

One of the reasons I don’t write as much as I can is because somewhere along the line from dream to business conception to the pursuit of...

You have nothing else to do and nowhere else to be. There’s only this. This page. These ideas. Now is all that matters. That’s what I...

A gathering of dishes in the sink. The yard begging for water under a scorching desert sun. A litter box of pits and dunes, crusty...

Someone recently brought to my attention that there’s a difference between self-care and being self-absorbed. As if I didn’t know, but...

I sat on the oversized beanbag that filled our living room beyond max capacity, and plopped a square velvet pillow in the diamond of my...

I pulled into an empty parking lot outside the closed health food store, sliding into a spot under a tree that cast me in shadow,...

Every damn day felt like starting over. My collection of crap habits was as extensive as the library in Beauty and the Beast. I had so...