Tis’ the Season

I love squealing with delight as the first hummingbird hits the feeder. The sounds of live music wafting from the plaza, and sun setting pink in the sky. I wonder why we get so trapped by labels and definitions, and the illusion of time when love—is everywhere…?...

Midnight with Natalie

I chose to meditate into 2018, up at a Zendo off Cerro Gordo in Santa Fe. Besides being nervous about how it was all done, my friend leaned over before the program started and whispered, “That’s Natalie Goldberg.” I starred in awe, remembering a college introduction...

A Seasonal Remedy

I’ve had to lay low a bit. Take time for healing and new ways. An act of rebellion, in a modern age that rages to keep up. Back in the day, I wouldn’t bother. But I have come to know the magic in resting, and that if we settle down enough to trust; precious moments of...

Valentine Kill

In my experience, love takes you. You think there’s a choice, but not really. It’s that first moment, and you can always trace it back. Something in the speech, or even more the pause… When it stares you in the face is when it scares me. When everything you’ve...

You Say You Want a Revolution

I’m trying not to give a shit this year because I realized, back in the nineties, pre-likes and follows, I didn’t. I’ve been cleaning out my desk, dusting off old scripts. Watching Dave Chappelle’s new Netflix specials, so honest and raw with his truth that I’m...

Tiny Windows

I bought an advent calendar. And the delight in finding the tiny window, then pealing it open to reveal a bit of magic during shortened days, well— “That’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.” My grandmother taught me. Bought me one annually through college...

Silent All These Years

Every girl who ever worked is processing these days. Rivaling the death of Petty, or even fires raging, the demise of Harvey changes everything…a dramatic end, to a new beginning—of brave sisters vowing truth. And I wonder what else we’ve been silent about all...

Times Like These

Stumbling to a friend’s bathroom last month before dawn, I stopped—read the sticker across his iPad; “Warning: We’re All One.” I used to complain late nineties NYC, that our generation had nothing to stand for, that nothing happened… Now, I teach class post...

For Whom Life Tolls

The cathedral bells have been stirring me. Early morning and hot, summer nights I hear their tolls arriving by breeze… Funny, how romantic a town can be. Just when you dismiss it, my desert relationship takes a magical turn I never knew existed. Even routine...

Lesson on the Back Road

I recently got lost on the Back Road in Madrid, New Mexico. Near midnight and pitch black, I sort of knew the way… But wished I’d took down my friend’s landline when he offered it, because now the only option was to stop, and breathe, and wait—for some sort of a...