A couple weeks in a tiny home is teaching me something.

This week, while the rest of the world was busy searching Google for...

Spring is here. Did you feel it arrive? It’s a powerful point of transition worthy of a pause for consideration. 

The Spring...

 We are nearing the end of the season of dreaming and find ourselves a few days from the Spring Equinox, a powerful time of t...

Every March the world turns green and playful. For some of us, the green feels older than celebration. It feels cellular.

My...

I’ve been sitting with things I don’t entirely know how to hold.

• The Epstein files.
• Policy drafts and late-night commenta...

Valentine’s Day rolls around each year wrapped in pink paper and high expectations. Everywhere you look, someone’s talking ab...

We’re just a few days away from the arrival of the Year of the Fire Horse, which begins on February 17, 2026, and concludes o...

My feet feel icy against the concrete as I stand on the porch and watch the sunrise unfold across the rolling Oregon hills. M...

I am back among the living after a deep sickness and a kind of purging that took more than it gave. The kind of sickness that...

This Sunday, January 11, is my birthday. A big one. Sixty-five.

I still don’t quite know how that’s possible. Five years ago...