The snow is swirling outside my window but I’m in my head – on a white warm Mexican beach dreaming of possibility and feeling light and free and unencumbered… I don’t want to go home. I dream of places I want to call home. Italy? London? Paris? Scotland? Someplace ancient and historical with ghosts and…

This is not Christmas. Christmas is tradition and food and driving and family. Hugs. Laughs. Hugs. Hugs. Hugs. What this is is pure unadulterated bullshit I’m ready to pack up the lights and the tree and put 2020 in the rear view freaking mirror.

I’ve spent the last few years shamelessly tossing unnecessary, unused, unloved (and sometimes well-loved) items from my home and life – clothing that still had tags, pants that only fit when I’m sticking to an impossibly rigid running schedule. Yet the kitchen cabinet that holds decades of ceramic mugs remains hopelessly overflowing. “I have a…

Do I need a full month to work out my shit? Do I want to spend all of January on my shit? I want space. I want clarity. I want to settle on a goal that lights me up so fucking much that I don’t have to dig through piles of shit to decide if…

I am so looking forward to my sabbatical. Big plans? Nope. Small ones. a cabin for a week a juice cleanse lots of hiking in the cold lots of reading under Pendleton blankets lots of writing I’m having a quiet morning. Not much running through my head right now. I’m not complaining. But I’m also…

I love glitter and sparkle and color. And isn’t that a perfect description of December? I’m sitting here under the twinkling lights of my tree, pondering what could be in those packages she is so lovingly guarding when something catches my eye. A small flicker. A tiny flash of movement. I glance over but it’s…