Sirens

Sirens

I am so blessed to live in a valley where when police sirens start to wail, the coyotes join in. For a moment, I get to hear the similarities between these disparate sounds—the wild and the manufactured, the ancient and the modern, both wailing their particular song...
Ordinariness

Ordinariness

I made a casual intention a few months ago to officially take a year of not being special. I didn’t make it a strong intention because if I did, that might make me feel too special. What do I mean by a year of not being special? The idea rose when I started to notice...
Terror

Terror

On Sand Cats, Suffering, and the Self. I’ve been noticing this terror that rises in my chest. It shows up in different flavors, each one equally capable of stopping me in my tracks. The first terror is about writing and teaching. God forbid I don’t say the thing that...