Dead Frogs Still Say I Love You
Yesterday, we were drawing with chalk in the driveway and the kids got very excited to show me something. Mummy, Mummy! Jack takes me by the hand and walks me towards the basketball hoop. Oh no, it’s...
View ArticleAn Agile Life
I struggle with feeling satisfied at the end of my domestic days. Slowing down, being mindful, and making a deliberate effort to do fewer things well, I was surprised to discover, left me feeling like...
View ArticleSpoon Fed
Hey Baybeee. Heeeeeyyy. Do you want some? Do you want to try it? Mmmmmmm. It’s good. You’ll like it. Just a little bit? Yeahhhh. Just a little bit. Open uuup. Opeennn uuuuup. Mmmmmm. Good boy. That’s...
View ArticleThe Quantified Five Year Old
Colin, in an attempt to earn a toy gun, has started drawing out behavior charts. Days with check marks are good days, and days with X’s are bad days. The most charming (disturbing) part about these,...
View ArticleThe Immaculate Deaths of Trees
The grass bends easily in the wind. The great oak stands unmoved. A strong wind can uproot the oak, but no wind, however strong, can uproot the grass that bends flat before it. -Chin-Ning Chu, Thick...
View ArticleJanuary, Clarity
The super-self me project is underway, and January is dedicated to the value of Clarity. I am suddenly feeling very self-conscious about publishing this – but I’m at my deadline, and rather than...
View ArticleGifts, Mother-Fucking Gifts
As I clean out objects from my house, the number of gifts I come in contact with is astounding. Paying attention to my reaction to gifts, as I decide to keep them, or give them away, I’ve begun to...
View ArticleFebruary, Love
Ahhh, Love. That ubiquitous force that captures our hearts and imaginations equally. It rivals the body in its graceful bondage of these aspects of our nature. Love is of course notoriously difficult...
View ArticleLove and Culture Shock
A funny thing happened on the way to love – I got distracted by desire. The dominant event in February was presenting at TFT14, about the relationship between technology and culture. This was a lot of...
View ArticleMarch, Listening
I don’t know how to listen to myself, and so I don’t know how to listen to others, so desperate am I to be heard. – A letter to Sophia The biggest question that came out of my February practice was:...
View ArticleA Mothers’ Day Prayer
When I was a girl, my mother had a crafting business. She made pillows and wall hangings, stenciled with flower designs that she drew and cut herself. On painting days, when she brushed pigments though...
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