The Apple

The Apple

Hello friend, How did I find myself sobbing in the back of a New York City taxi, Friend? Just a few months earlier I’d moved across the country from San Diego to do an internship. It took adjusting to get used to city life, winter weather, navigating public...
Into the Peace of Wild Things

Into the Peace of Wild Things

Hello friend, Are you crazed again this holiday season even though you vowed to simplify this year? If so, we are in the same boat! I wonder if taking a moment to reflect on this short poem might be soothing. I found it when I was preparing a celebration of life for...
The Way You Use Your Spoon

The Way You Use Your Spoon

Hello friend, There is a group of well-dressed people at a grand banquet hall. The decor is gorgeous and there are bountiful plates of delicious food in front of them. The scent of savory dishes floats through the air and there are decorative plates with sweet treats...
Sitting Next to a Murderer

Sitting Next to a Murderer

Standing outside the East Gate of San Quentin Prison at 9:22 a.m. on November 16, I was shivering and impatient for my tour to start. I was dressed in all black because I wasn’t allowed to wear denim, gray, blue, lime green, or orange. I couldn’t bring any electronics...
The Box Was Empty

The Box Was Empty

Think of an impactful event in your life. What pithy title would you use to tease that story? “She said yes.” “I was brave.” “The box was empty.” Those are just a few answers I heard at a recent workshop where we did this exercise. Sharing a story from your life, or...