The road unrolled before me like a sweaty black carpet. On either side, emptiness. It was just the road. I'd been riding for 5 hours now, the first part of what would be a 3 day ride across the state. My bike tire is flat and both extra tubes have holes in them. How is…
1443 that was my number. Now that I had the correct one I could go find my seat. I'd been impatiently waiting outside until this point. My friend Grace and I accidentally switched our tags and she'd been inside with mine and they wouldn't let me in with hers. So I'd called her. "Grace,…
There's this thing that I do when I'm thinking about writing. I try to come up with an idea. And I think, is it new? Is it different? Will people care about it? I think about how other people will read it and how they will think about it and feel about it instead of…
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3 years ago today my dad passed away. There's not been a single day that I haven't missed him. I pulled out some of his old files and went through some of his writings so that I could reminisce and feel close to him. I found this prayer and it speaks so much to my…
I meditated this morning. I meditate about once a week, sometimes more, sometimes less. I subscribe to Tara Brach's podcast and use her guided meditations. I have been really struggling with the new presidential administration and the destruction I feel that it has already caused and will continue to cause for those who are vulnerable…
Funny things happen when you're sleep deprived. Like, for example, when I was thinking about starting a blog post it took me a good minute and half to remember the name of this blog site - WordPress. (I have it bookmarked now so my overly-tired brain doesn't forget again.) When I was preparing to become…
And just like that, I'm writing again. Is that how it works? Just like that. It does seem like I usually come off my writing hiatus with an essay about how I haven't been writing and how I need to write more. I make myself promises that I will diligently write something everyday. But then,…
I remember the first time I heard someone use the N word. I was in high school and riding in a car with a friend. Suddenly another car cut him off and his response was to yell “Fucking nigger.” I was shocked. And I was confused. I grew up in a loving progressive home in…
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