It’s true, what I’ve been telling you here over the past two days: Insomnia is hard. And it’s dark. But also, it’s beautiful… and to stay silent about that would be the worst kind of ingratitude. I know… I know. It sounds crazy to say that there could be something magical about night terrors and […]
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Flashback: what an insomniac doesn’t tell you…
Yesterday, I told you that I’d spend this week talking a little bit about my struggle with insomnia: Its darkness… And its light. The post below is the first I ever wrote about my disordered sleeping patterns … And as far as I can tell, it’s the *only* post in which I ever talked about it […]
the things I don’t want you to know about me…
Can I tell you a secret? Almost a month ago, our little corner of the world observed Insomnia Awareness Day … and I didn’t write a word. That’s bothering me now. Truth be told, I make an excellent voice for those of us who suffer from insomnia. I came into the world sleepless and howling, […]
magic on the sidewalk …
This weekend, I dare you to believe something radical: Every day, the world tosses magic at your feet. And I could try to write a long treatise to convince you that’s true… Or I could just show you this series of photos, which are literally just shots of chipped concrete and a few stray weeds […]
hopeful words for a dark world {on Easter Sunday} …
Today is Easter Sunday: celebration of new life, forgiveness and light. But. This world can be dark. Dangerous. Brutal. All week long, the violence tearing through this little planet of ours has been weighing heavily on my heart. So today, I thought I’d share a brief snatch of words giving me hope: Courage, friends… […]
signs of spring …
The green begins slow, like someone waking up after a long nap. It spreads subtly across the forest at first: the tiniest leaves spangling the understory. But then the grass on the lawn grows long. The wood moss puts out furry wands tipped with tiny capsules of new life. As for me, I go out […]
brave words for fearful people …
Go out into the world:
Go! Yes, you — though you are fearful and fragile and small.
Go broken-winged and bent-boned and beauty-starved… Lovesick. Stardrunk. Skydizzy.
Or go sharp-eyed and sober, if that’s how it is — the hunger for the light a clenched fist in your stomach …
four paws, one cold wet nose, and twelve years of memories …
I don’t often talk in much detail here about my real, day-to-day life. Today, though, I wanted to introduce you to a special guy whose path intersected with mine for a little while. This is my fur-brother Eli — my parents’ sweet-tempered standard poodle — who crossed the rainbow bridge on Friday night: A few […]
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