It doesn't take much to turn my inner bitch mites (great phrase from my friend Sara) upon myself. Sometimes the smallest error, flaw, or mishap sets them to biting, leaving tiny welts or itchiness for hours. To mix metaphors, maybe you've been in the same leaky boat at times also? I mean, who hasn't been brought up to be exceptionally hard on themselves or otherwise warped by the traumatic or haphazard dangers of their particular life as well as life at large? Having just tur

Between the prairie and the lake I'm just back from Brave Voice, deep in the Flint Hills of Kansas -- here is a piece I wrote there,...

“Don’t read the news, at least not the feeding frenzy of speculation about the election,” I keep telling myself, and for good reason....

Right before I was hired to teach at Goddard College in 1996, the then-president, who many believed was set to shut down the college,...

Truly, and usually with steaming oatmeal and iced tea when I'm half awake. Perhaps I should eat the rejections with a chocolate amaretto...

The elevator door opened on the 16th floor of the Marriott, where I was staying, and there they were: a scraggly bunch, some in oversized...

This weekend, we celebrated the 90th birthday of our friend Herb, hands down one of the most creative and loving humans I've ever met....

When I was a kid, I drew. All the time. I lived for trips to art supply stores where I might procure new pencils, fresh erasers, some...

Dear everyone, I'm writing to you because my hunch is you were among the 2,000+ subscribers to my Everyday Magic blog. It's a hunch...

Juxtapositions — putting like with non-like — add zip, surprise, sometimes anxiety, and often uncertainty to our lives. They’re also at...

It’s almost twilight, Moxie dog is sleeping in the corner, my ears are buzzing with low-hum tinnitus, and I’m about to make dinner....

Kelley Hunt and my 16th annual six-day Brave Voice, Sept. 19-24 in Council Grove, Kansas. We have strong Covid protocols in place to keep...

A year ago today, pacing an empty parking lot, I cried so hard on the phone with my friend Kelley that it was hard to get the words out:...

I’ve always lived in the wind and sky. From my Brooklyn bedroom, upstairs in a narrow triplex somewhere in East Flatbush, I would lean...

What I wrote and what I’m living and learning is also very related to the Right Livelihood Professional Training I led for the first time...

What to call a fictional women’s collective running a potato farm in Moab, Utah in my novel Miriam’s Well? What else but “Mrs. Potato...

We met the 29 wondrous souls who signed up in October for the first all-day session, saw them again for another day As for the...

It happened again.Yesterday, the long-awaited email arrived from the agent reading my revised (as per her suggestions) novel. In short,...