It was ten a.m. and you had a meeting at noon, two hours to write, or two hours to fritter away. Your bathroom mirror quoted the David Sedaris Masterclass for motivation in black glass pen cursive. Reading it, you hung a thin striped robe on the back of the door before pulling on cotton leggings and the same black tank you’ve worn for thirty years. It’s the softest thing you own. In the kitchen you made yourself a latte. It tasted like permission. You told yourself you’d write […]

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