We can live life with the focus on the inevitability of death... or we can live life with hope.
I need you for my starry-eyed revolution, my sexy insurrection.
I am talking about a desirous uprising.
Who will join my love-army of Cosmic Carrots?
Why we need to reclaim the most important conversation we could ever have with our chidren.
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
My daughter and I made this today — we found the frame, covered in dirt in a heap of rubble...
An imagined glimpse into a barista's inner life. Because everyone needs someone with whom to drink coffee.
A letter to my daughters about why love is not a pop song and forgiveness takes guts.
There's a wariness here in the central bus station after all we're living through - such dark times.
Some days, I'm like, "Stop the world! I want to get off!" I'd rather power down my iPhone, jump on my bike, and ride as far as I can to the other side of the horizon.
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