Birds are brave.  Not because they fly too high, but because they fly too close.  Too close to our homes and us.  In the last few days I have had so many birds get close to my windows.  They fly, they stay for a few seconds and then they fly away.  I realized that this is how courage may look like for birds.  They step…

Lately, it feels like every day introduces us to a new intense feeling, doesn't it? One of the reasons why everything feels more intense than what intensity normally feels like, is because we are experiencing feelings we haven’t felt before.  There is a spectrum of emotions inside sadness.  And a spectrum of emotions inside joy.  We have thousands of variables when it comes to human…

We are so alone. Aren’t we? Inside the chaos, the uncertainty. The longing.  We find ourselves in a crowd of strangers. Especially now. Right in the midst of much friction.  Alternate realities within that same relationship, of mothers and fathers.  Sisters and brothers. Husbands and wives.  Friends for decades before, under so many moons, find themselves in conflict of one another.  Losing each other within…

I have to be honest.  It is a hard day to write.  I am sitting here looking for the words and the events of the last couple of days are interfering with my thoughts.  So, just like always, I am telling you what’s here, what wants to be written.  The chaos of our country feels like a robbery inside my mind.  When this letter started…

I know this last year felt like a rollercoaster that kept dropping you.  With no bottom. An indefinite drop.  Your head couldn’t catch up.  Your mind couldn’t process it.  And your heart kept trying to mend itself, inside a thousand breaks.  No mending possible. No chance at a breather.  Today the calendar says it's a New Year.  But you are still experiencing that same rollercoaster…

“We tell ourselves stories in order to live” my favorite author Joan Didion often reminds me. As I am putting words on paper for the final letter of 2020 I am thinking about the story I want to tell.  And what a better day to tell it, on December 25th.  It matches the non-traditional clothes of grief.  The rebellious acts of life after it.  We…