The thing, with feathers and teeth

The thing, with feathers and teeth

Reflections on three poems instead of a podcast No new podcasts scheduled for a couple of weeks, but I still have some thoughts for you. Lots going on here, juicy conversations about all sorts of things from the crisis of imagination, to telepathy to pockets of...
The audacity of being ourselves

The audacity of being ourselves

Yesterday, I went walking on a local mountain. It was one of those impossibly clear afternoons—the kind that reminds you how lucky you are to live where you do. The Glasshouse Mountains stood as they always do: iconic, quiet, vast. I was with a small group of women,...
Meeting the inner critic (again)

Meeting the inner critic (again)

A not-so-polished story of resistance, tenderness, and truce Some days, I think I’ve outgrown the voice that tells me I’m not enough. Other days, it shows up louder than ever. Especially when I’m stretching. Especially when I’m thinking about doing something new,...