Cucumbers, Kumquats, and Claiming Creativity

I remember the day I decided I wasn’t an artist. My young high school self sat at the art classroom table, looking at a pencil drawing my friend Jennifer created. And I felt gobsmacked. The drawing depicted the lower half of several people’s legs and feet,...

Hawk Wisdom

For 13 years, my husband and I shared our lives with a sweet little puppy named Maxwell. Max was a little miniature schnauzer, and a big part of our family. Two years ago we lost him, and the puppy-shaped void in our lives still seems so empty. Recently we’ve...

The Errant Eyebrows and Wild Self-Compassion

The room smelled of honey, like a warm, inviting slice of predawn toast. I leaned back in the chair watching her intently, bracing myself as she took what looked like a thin popsicle stick and rhythmically stirred the thick concoction brewing away in a small, metal...