Ed Note: As I was writing this piece, my daughter knocked on the door. She walked in, sniffed the air and said “something smells amazing-banana bread?” (it was two loaves of banana pumpkin.) Then she said “I bake all the time now! I don’t know why!” I showed her this piece, and said “this ...
But today is probably a good day to start, since she fired the first of what will probably be a volley that won’t stop for quite some time. You see, what I’ve learned over the years and not just from her is that she’s quite like a bulldog when she fights, and a lot like ...
Fuck zazen. Nothing makes me want to think my way out of a situation more than sitting. I know, Brad Warner, I know. That's when I need it the most. Why don't ...
For now I’ll just leave you with this: I awoke this morning with these images in my head: me, climbing out of a pool where I’d just ruined Spurgeon’s triathlon swimming win (and he had won, by a large margin) because I’d disqualified him by being in the pool with him while timing his laps, and ...
I’ve cleaned out my closet because I’m a fan of metaphor, and because I don’t have a magic grief reliever or pregnancy disappearer or fast forward button for our lives. And also- I’m going to say this because I’m tired of dancing around the issue and being afraid of losing friends: I’ve lost a SHITLOAD of ...