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A Portrait of Lila on the Eve of her 11th Birthday

A Portrait of Lila on the Eve of her 11th Birthday

I lost track of you this last year. Call it pregnancy brain if you will. I stopped making breakfast for you in the mornings, because I was too nauseated to toast bread. At night, our bedtime chats cut short because I was too large and uncomfortable to fit in bed with...

Holy Crap, I Did It!

Holy Crap, I Did It!

This time last year, I was in the midst of applying for Argentine residency and couldn’t leave the country. The idea of being stuck and unable to travel was, to say the least, uncomfortable, but since I was also hugely pregnant, the discomfort of an extra 40 pounds...

50 Mentors! 50 Hours! 50 Women! Sign up for my mentoring exchange!

50 Mentors! 50 Hours! 50 Women! Sign up for my mentoring exchange!

The 2015 Women's Mentor Exchange has ended. Thank you to all who took part. It has been an amazing experience, and I'll be doing it again next year so sign up for my newsletter and I'll send you all the details. I have a custom. Every year on my birthday, I give gifts...

Dearest Margaret: On Love and Abundance

Dearest Margaret: On Love and Abundance

This post talks about death, but really it’s about life. It’s about us, humans, as an evolving species as we expand our experience and become more open. It’s about abundance and about flowers in a garden on the other side of the planet.

Happy new year!

An Ode to Johnny Vagabond

An Ode to Johnny Vagabond

“People are funny,” I told him. “And nuts.”

“Thank the gods,” he replied. “Otherwise I’d be bored shitless.”

And that right there tells you everything you need to know about Wes Nations and why he was such a damn fine storyteller.

Yeah, he was a fabulous storyteller, but that’s not the only reason I’ll miss him.

It’s easy, apparently, to decide not to die.

It’s easy, apparently, to decide not to die.

It was a summer of firsts. My first summer away from home. My first job that I found on my own. I worked with artists, lived in New York City, and most of all I learned how to live forever.

How we allow the stories we tell to define us

How we allow the stories we tell to define us

Three years after the ten year anniversary of 9/11, and what has changed?

I found this piece I wrote on the tenth anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Those horrible days changed my life, because it taught me a lesson I don’t know I would have otherwise learned.

If only these giant fleshy beasts could speak

If only these giant fleshy beasts could speak

One Sunday, we visited Santa Rosa de Tastil in northwest Argentina. It’s a town of one hundred people that sprouted from the oasis just below the ancient settlement of Tastil. I didn’t plan to write about it, but something about the place got me.

I wanted to somehow capture it. I wanted to show how dry land and fallen cacti can tell such a vibrant story.