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...

We make it hard to love people, to love each other. We create these categories of people that we have to love or don’t have to love,...

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.

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.

I have to rant about self-acceptance because we all need it and we aren’t all getting it.

Those boundaries that are violated by impoliteness, we must think about who set them and why.