At the beginning of my messy meditation journey, I needed permission to meditate in my own intersections. We meet ourselves where we are.

How ableism is connected to our disconnection

As often happens, when I started writing this it was a reflection of Kongzi’s ritual psychology, but along the way it turned into a sort...

I have deep satisfying friendships. But they are not quite what I expected they would be, back when I was a lonely person, longing for them.

Fake it till you make it is over.

A letter to myself five years ago about anxiety and progress

Feral dogs are better than hot potatoes and that’s just science.

This entire essay is a disclaimer, a warning about how gentle I will be with you and with my own truth.