Write or Die classes are 6 exercises you do with me by phone, Skype, or in person, singularly or in groups of up to 10 people.

What is love anyway? 

Learn to tolerate the endless opening to love. It’s not too late to go back and start again.

This is going to be short because I want to read and go to bed, but I also want to get this out to you as soon as possible so you can be as amazed as I am.

What if when a baby is born and separated from its mother and the moment of contact does not happen, the baby’s body grabs onto itself?

Go apeshit on this life just because you can.

 It’s a strange experience to have someone sing in a way that makes you believe in Jesus, in God, in all that is holy and possible and to look at her eyes and to feel like the person who is creating all this magic is…is…either in another room or very tired or something I can’t even imagine.

I love windows because they let me see both in and out. I love transparency for the same reason.

I had a lot to drink the other night. Enough so there are moments of the night—what did I do before I fell asleep? Did I brush my teeth?—that are gone. 

 Talking and listening are different ways of entering the church of love. When one does not feel heard, the soul and spine atrophy.

Mind you, I have never agreed with Freud’s theory of penis envy. I never, ever, ever wished I had one of those things dangling out in front of my pelvis. It seemed like a design flaw. Balls, by proxy, were in the same box. The box of no thank you. I like what I got. It’s secretive. Mine. I don’t have to get special gear when I run or do sports to protect my nether parts. What I have seems to make so much more sense than the other package option. 

It started with Cesar Millan and The Dog Whisperer. I wanted Cesar to walk into my house, stage an intervention, take control, and get me to behave—Sit.  Stay.