A taste of what's brewing post-debut and strawberry-rhubarb pie. Caught mid-sentence at a book party at Neighborhood Reads in Washington,...

What difference can one person make? These days we’re experiencing wave after wave of upsetting news from our government’s administration.

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Yesterday I returned from an experimental “sibling retreat.” My sister and two brothers and I held a weekend reunion.

It’s the kind of cold—outside my window and in Washington DC— that can cause me to forget.

Hello 2025: I've got some questions for me Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash All the arts we practice are apprenticeship. The big art...

Wouldn’t you know, turns out the idea bounced back a memory about my own empathy experiment.

Let your values be your compass.

This is a fight against inertia.

Behind this gloominess I know that I’ve actually been fighting for a new vantage point.

I am being called to this moment.

I know that I want to be someone who welcomes transition. Someone who meets discomfort and fear with compassion. Someone who is intentional.

I love how this art community is recognizing art as protest, not simply precious. How they’re focusing on the activism vs. vandalism.

The picture of my weak naiveté sickened me. I felt I would’ve been a coward.

I know about magic, for the wizardry of my life is co-created by many things I’m trying to pay attention to.

The No. 1 regret of the dying: “I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.”

Did Vincent van Gogh die from a broken heart? And how did he die? Was he alone?

She [Tara Mohr] calls out women (< me cough >) for the ways we stall taking the next steps needed to fulfill our vision of meaningfulness.

It’s possible that right now mind-blowing solutions to our stink-y-est problems are already in the works.

It was time to mark out new territory for the Land of Joan.

Letters are perhaps the closest one can get to another’s thoughts. Private, intimate, genuine, exposed.

In one year’s time I will keep a promise I made to myself decades ago.

Your future self is calling you now.