Category: Writings

Sangre de Cristo Mountains, Santa Fe, NM — Fall 2006 It was dead, that much was clear. Dead, but not bloodied or mangled, which was…

This is a box of yellow crayons. They were handed to me by an employee at Target as a free gift a few weeks ago,…

“Introverts” walk between two worlds — not “wild,” but not quite tame, either. The mountains above Topanga Canyon are usually deserted at night, but the…

In pursuit of the secrets of the feminine, I’ve chanted, fasted, dieted, yoga-d, leaned in, let go, held on, sucked it in, let it all…