But the thing I most dislike about WordPress is all the gatekeeping. They make you create an account to comment, which, no offense, but fuck that. I understand they may be trying to protect me from spam and trolls, but they are also preventing people who might want to respond to something from doing so. And the bots are sneaking in anyway.
Remembering Todd: A Valentine’s Story
On Valentine’s Day, I arrived to find one of those chocolate roses on my desk. You know, the kind with green wire stems, and the foil-covered chocolate rose that you see for sale in every drugstore across America for Valentine’s Day.
My Bikram Yoga Journey: From Disaster to Delight
We found ourselves trapped in a hot, mirrored box with an egotistical yoga Nazi who got all up in my face as I was inching my way back into Camel pose. .
Inspired By In January 2025
I’m writing this post in the Hampton Inn in Elmira, NY. Tomorrow morning I take the 6 AM flight to Detroit and after a stop in Minneapolis I will end up in Portland, where I’ll be for the weekend visiting Emily and the kids and seeing her new house and going to yoga and doing … Continue reading Inspired By In January 2025
Transforming Worry into Art: A Call to Action
I’m not a firebrand. I’m not a person who will stand on a corner with a sign and yell at passing cars. But I am also not someone who will roll over. I will not comply. I will find ways to resist that are more subtle, more subversive, and hopefully more effective.
Self-Discipline vs. Consistency: Finding Your Best Approach
The Dragon energy of self-discipline is great and necessary in short spurts, but consistency will get me there happier and less broken.
Morning Pages
I still never really know what will happen here when I begin. I often change everything two or three times before I hit Publish. I always think these posts are sooo boring, and question why I persist, but yet I do. It’s like a sick compulsion. It’s like a job nobody hired me to do but I feel I have to do it anyway.
Lighten Up, Buttercup.
Buttercup eats when she’s hungry, sleeps when she’s tired, and doesn’t know what day it is most of the time. The culture doesn’t even know Buttercup exists, or if it does, it doesn’t take her seriously or make any demands of her. Buttercup is a child, according to the culture. Buttercup better grow the hell up.
Winterlude 2024
It starts now. I've gotten myself unpacked, and I've made the best of this beautiful but totally not functional Airbnb in Ithaca.. I'll be here for the next three days. I've brought all my journals from the past year and I'm going to do a year-end review of my hits and misses, wins and losses, … Continue reading Winterlude 2024
Word of the Year 2025
And in this way, I’ll use my “word of the year” as my North Star. Then, when I find myself on the well-worn path leading into the Forest of Gloom and Doom, I can (hopefully) remember my mantra: Lighten up, lighten up, lighten up, and reverse course.
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