A note of thanks in celebration of my 2 year sober anniversary. 1975. Back seat of my Mama's car. That familiar viscerally revolting smell, coupled with the strangely aspirational vision of my hero, my queen, my mother, her elegantly veined hand … [Read more]

Honouring Fluency

Written for Yom Kippur, the Days of Awe, and my 46th turn around the Sun. Thank you for granting us the language with which to call to you. Thank you for inspiring us to use the words we have to own our part, light and dark, to soften the … [Read more]