archives, you & me I Know That I Need to Forgive and Love Myself. I know I matter I know I have a purpose I know I have a presence I know I have a community I know I have real love I know I have grace. Continue Reading
archives, poetry Do I Really Know? {poetry} Do I, a singular human, truly know the whole story? Is it possible that evolution is happening in the wake of destruction? Continue Reading
archives, wisdom On Death: I Know It Is Done, So Now We Wait. I will continue to visit with my friend and hope to offer comfort when I do. I am so very present in the finality of things because she knows, and I know... Continue Reading
you & me Try to Know the Person You’re Connecting With. I’m happy to expand... my perception. Some things I want to make clear before we get to know each other... If you’re offended, I’m really not sorry. Continue Reading
archives ’13 Reasons Why’ Made Me Cry {Again}: Why We Need To Think a Little Bit More Before We Act. You may not care about those consequences, and you might not think you’ll ever have to face them, but you know they’re there. Continue Reading
archives, wisdom None Can Know What Gets Lost and Found at the Crossroads. We do know that to be alive is to age, and aging is inherently a losing proposition to which we must surrender, with grace or not. Continue Reading
archives, you & me For Kobi, on Your Fifteenth Birthday: You Will Learn to Know Yourself. You will know where you are and where you came from, and you will make informed choices about how you will walk this road of yours. Continue Reading
archives, wisdom I Want You to Know: A Love Letter From the Threshold of Change. I write to you because everyone you know wants this transformation for you, even if they don’t know how to articulate it. Continue Reading
archives, poetry A Love Letter to the Strangers Whom I Know. {poetry} This is for the ones who know their parents screwed up but didn't mean to, for the ones who no longer wish to carry mistakes which are not their own. Continue Reading
you & me I Know the Truth of Who I Am. When I wake him for school in the morning and he reaches out to hold my hand before he even opens his eyes, it is in that moment that I know who I am. Continue Reading