The Chef in My Kitchen: How Anthony Bourdain Healed My Heart with a Knife

For Anthony Bourdain, who gave us the recipe for a true life. May he be resting sweetly and well. It was a kitchen seemingly built for toddlers: cramped, short-ceiling and dim, the overpainted cabinets patterned with the last tenant’s flowered shelf liner.  That tiny awkward space staged the love affair I began with chef Anthony Bourdain, … More The Chef in My Kitchen: How Anthony Bourdain Healed My Heart with a Knife

In the Gray with #MeToo

A 40-something female friend told me recently she had no #metoo stories. None. Had never experienced unwanted, inappropriate advances from a man.  Frankly, this shocked me a bit, followed by a small wave of other emotions: disbelief, judgement, envy, and, of course, my loyal, invisible best friend: Shame.  “Look at her,” Shame whispered. “She obviously … More In the Gray with #MeToo

What Two Years Does

Two years ago today, a bunch of us stood in a window-lined waiting room far above November-dirty, Seattle streets.  Rain smashed the glass. It was cold and she was dying. That was all most of us knew. We had woken up that morning regular people.  That evening, we practiced in our minds how to stand up … More What Two Years Does

Letters of My Body

Letters of My Body Dear Feet. Please stop for a moment – please stop jiggling worriedly or pushing shyly beneath the blanket on the couch. I’ve written a poem for you in Morse code. There, dotted along your tops where the sun tenders that thin skin. I’ve dotted the tops of your big toes – … More Letters of My Body

The Art of “I Am”

On Thursday evenings, I attend a class called “Intuitive Writing.” A small group of us are led by amazingly gifted author and teacher (and just plain happy, kind, and soulful human being), Katherine Jenkins.  Her book “Lessons from the Monk I Married” has been translated into multiple languages and she writes a blog with the … More The Art of “I Am”