If the mind were simple
Jul 12, 2024

I practice opening to my vulnerability, and tasting my pain, piece by piece like a strange fruit. Last week, I went on a hike with my ex-husband and I started talking with him about Dogen, the thirteenth-century Zen master. Our…

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What I Failed To Say
Jul 12, 2024

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If the mind were simple
Jul 12, 2024

If the mind was simple, I’d worry less about how much money is in the bank, how much it costs to get out of the grocery store, how I can get back to rugged, hilly 40-mile bike rides to escape…

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My Mind
Jul 12, 2024

If my mind was simple I'd be able to understand how it works more easily and how not to get caught up as quickly in harmful thought loops. But my mind, like everyone else's, is not simple. It's complex. My…

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My Black Forest
Jul 11, 2024

I have nothing But myself to blame. Nota bene: It is Not “no one, as if to Invoke that Greek Myth of Odysseus On the isle Taunting the Cyclops With his misnomer. Rather, I am bent on this– A characterization…

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Cody
Jul 11, 2024

I whine because--- Well, I'm not sure why exactly. Maybe for the sound of your baby voice. The one you only use for me. Or that belly rub that makes my legs twitch. But when I whine, without fail, you…

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I Always Have Myself
Jul 11, 2024

I've been in relationships, both with significant others and friends, where I don't feel heard or supported in the ways that I need. The other people involved usually seem to think they know what I need and are giving me…

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I have nothing but myself
Jul 11, 2024

I have no one but myself to dream big of fixing the kitchen (which is not going to happen, there's no money). I have only myself to create a good attitude toward its run down, ugly state. I have no…

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Send It Back
Jul 11, 2024

I think we should send the baby back, Milly said. Ed's lips twitched. Then he cleared his throat as though he was revving an engine, and Milly held her breath, waiting for her husband to tell her she was wrong,…

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Meeting Paul
Jul 11, 2024

I stand eight feet above the stage, dressed like an ant. . It’s Fall, 1969, my first grad school show at the University of Minnesota, and instead of wearing pretty costumes and speaking immortal Shakespeare or poetic Chekov, I am…

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Send Something Back
Jul 10, 2024

I am seated at a community cafe table in the Lufthansa Business Lounge in Frankfurt, Germany. I am en route to a Viking River Cruise–the Rhine Getaway. My dear friend Diana and I have planned this adventure for nearly a…

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Send something back
Jul 10, 2024

I want to send back the falls I have taken recently! Like the evening I was walking in the Castro toward a windy, micro parking lot made into a parklet by some brightly colored metal tables and folding chairs. My…

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