I’m quoting Richard Rohr here – saying we’re all addicts. Not addicted in the dramatic way. Addicted in the everyday way: the way we reach for something the second we don’t want to feel what we feel. The notion that we’re all addicts is obviously off-putting and unfriendly to our sensible human desire to be happy, healthy, and semi-normal. But Rohr is right. He says we’re addicted to our worldview, the lens we use to interpret everything and justify ourselves. My attraction to Rohr isn’t religious (He’s a […]

Getting Real (And Why It’s Harder Than It Looks) I’m 55 years old and I love it. Midlife has stripped away most of the pretending. I know what matters to me now, and what doesn’t. That’s how I became the cool girl I always wanted to be. It’s not a performance. When you meet me, you’re getting the real deal. That part is easy, showing up as I am. The harder part is that sometimes the past shows up anyway. In unexpected places. Like a hotel room in

On vulnerability, control, and the strange grace of losing your footing I came to Mexico for music. For joy. For the improbable pleasure of hearing Noah Kahan sing into a warm night with the Caribbean behind him. I did not come to discover, in a very public wristband line, that my digestive system had decided to revolt. There is a particular kind of humiliation that arrives when your body stops cooperating in front of strangers. It’s fast, intimate, and completely uninterested in your dignity. One moment you’re a