I read recently that one of the truly opposite experiences from cynicism is the experience of wonder. But wonder isn't just the opposite: wonder subsumes cynicism. Chomp, chomp, chomp– wonder can eat cynicism, when you let wonder in. That's been my own experience of wonder. Allowing
1. Here in the forest and heart of crumbling empire we’re watching a new season of Father Brown on BBC. Well, “watching” is an overstatement. I love having gentle mystery on somewhere in the background in winter and early spring. BBC mysteries my too-lazy-to-look-for-actual-podcasts podcast. This new season—13–
This is a story about which beliefs we keep, which we don't even notice, and which we can only fully let go of together. If you can't trust gentle empathic women who occasionally swear in ways that would make sailors blush, this story may not be
What's rising as patriarchy melts away? It's not matriarchy, exactly. Because matriarchy never left. She's already here... Some days, we sing with community or we create and exchange what we create, or we write in community to heal. Some days we have tea, supper,
This overview refresher is for people like me in the U.S. who haven't had to live knowing every detail of these rights every day– to save our lives and our families' lives daily– and so across our busy lives the fine details of our constitution-protected rights
Happy Lunar New Year and happy Fat Tuesday! Through watching the Winter Olympics and reading about the ongoing horrors of the world– from ongoing genocide in Gaza to revolution in Iran to ICE terrorizing and killing Americans and our guests here and making everyone far less safe to zero accountability
I've been surprised almost daily by how much Mom is still with us, here, seven weeks after her death. The men who tell us that our kindest, most generous and sassy ancestors leave us behind are wrong. Wow are they wrong. I almost wrote, "Dead wrong,"
This post is for anyone feeling heartbroken right now, for any reason. The Blessing: May we speak the heartbreak of now together May we allow the speaking of our heartbreak to be our offering to the world now. When we're so heartbroken that we feel stagnant, stuck, tight,
I know this might sound strange given the fascist-executive-branch-thinks-they're-in-charge-of-the-entire-Earth state of the United States and a few other evil-whack-a-do governments killing their neighbors or own people right now. But I'm thinking about thriving this year. Thriving. As communities. As working people. Regular, loving, hardworking people on
Happy 2026, friends, for those of you who celebrate this particular calendar turning. And for everyone else, happy Tuesday or well wishes for wherever you are. As you may have heard, on the winter solstice in late December, our family lost our dear sweet Linda– my Mom and dear friend
Prioritize what you need today. Right now. Is that a struggle for you today or this month or year? Then this women-and-poetry-woven essay is for you. This essay demonstrates what I write—and how I change—when I prioritize what I need right now, day after day, and month after
This essay isn't a tutorial for floating your body in the water. It's about embracing the season of deepening reflection and connection. Welcoming the cold and darkness. Adjusting our senses, returning to trusting stillness, and being more fully present than we are in the warmer, lighter