The Long Road of Blog
“It’s as though I were living at last in my eyes, as I have always dreamed of doing, and I think then I know why I’ve come here: to see, and so to go out against new things—oh god how easily—like air in a breeze. It’s true there are moments—foolish moments, ecstasy on a tree stump—when I’m all but gone, scattered I like to think like seed…”
William Gass, In the Heart of the Heart of the Country
What if Writing Seems Too Hard?
Why bother? What’s the point in trying to get a wonderful feeling or vision on paper when chances are really good you are going to fail?
Dear Harper,
I want to memorize your face because you are teaching me what it means to be beautiful.
Compose Yourself, Adoption, Joe Hudson, and the Miraculous Birth
I’m not sure how many times I’ve watched this video. Maybe you should get to it before I wear it out.
How Birth Does Not Prepare Us to Be Alive: Adoption and Skin Contact
This is the thing I’ve been circling around saying for the last four posts. The thing has more to do with a feeling than being a thing to say, and so hence the circling.
Coming Out of the Fog, Square One, and the Body of Adoption
What you call a need to heal I call life.
Change, Square One, and Adoption
I left Massachusetts for California on August 15, 2024, with the dream that I was going to finally create a home for myself when I got there.
Coaching My 13-Year-Old Self
For the last three and a half years, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be coached and to coach.
Blogging and Adoption
I wrote my first blog post on June 9, 2016, after my best friend from childhood created a website for me as a present because, somehow, without seeing me for years, she knew this was what I needed.
Embodiment
In my previous post, I wrote about my resistance to claiming my own body, to admitting I was embodied to a group of people who were being trained to use their bodies as compasses to direct them toward their truths.
