It's not easy to think about the time after your death. When will it happen? What will the world be like? What will you say? Two examples within. Then you write your own.
This time last year, I was in the midst of applying for Argentine residency and couldn’t leave the country. The idea of being stuck and unable to travel was, to say the least, uncomfortable, but since I was also hugely pregnant, the discomfort of an extra 40 pounds left me happy to stay home, sleep as much as possible and just wait for my baby to b […]
I have a custom. Every year on my birthday, I give gifts instead of getting them. I’ve done this in different ways over the years. This year, with the help of some really talented, amazing women — more about these women later — I’m gifting 50 one-on-one mentoring hours to women who would benefit from the support.
Where did this custom of mine […]
This post talks about death, but really it's about life. It's about us, humans, as an evolving species as we expand our experience and become more open. It's about abundance and about flowers in a garden on the other side of the planet. Happy new year!
I wrote the first draft of this months and months ago. Before it was mother's day, but I had things to do. Mother's day passed, and I realized, this most doesn't need mother's day, because any day is a good day to be selfish.
"People are funny," I told him. "And nuts."
"Thank the gods," he replied. "Otherwise I'd be bored shitless."
And that right there tells you everything you need to know about Wes Nations and why he was such a damn fine storyteller.
Yeah, he was a fabulous storyteller, but that's not the only reason I'll miss him.
It was a summer of firsts. My first summer away from home. My first job that I found on my own. I worked with artists, lived in New York City, and most of all I learned how to live forever.
Three years after the ten year anniversary of 9/11, and what has changed? I found this piece I wrote on the tenth anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Those horrible days changed my life, because it taught me a lesson I don't know I would have otherwise learned.
One Sunday, we visited Santa Rosa de Tastil in northwest Argentina. It's a town of one hundred people that sprouted from the oasis just below the ancient settlement of Tastil. I didn't plan to write about it, but something about the place got me. I wanted to somehow capture it. I wanted to show how dry land and fallen cacti can tell such a vibrant story.