I had lunch with a friend last week. She told me her daughter was cutting again. Her own pain was like a dark shadow around her eyes, watching her beautiful daughter hurting herself, and feeling helpless. She wanted, needed, something to help her. I made some suggestions. They seemed lame … Read more

Freedom with nothing lost

I spent last week trying to write about nothing. Writing about nothing is difficult. Oxymoronic. It all started because I had nothing to say. Yes it was a surprise to me too. But I didn’t want to be one of the ones who keep talking-writing even when they don’t have … Read more

Selling god

Because I’m in a new place my brain is open to everything, like a child on her first day at school, perhaps looking a little lost. It invites people in. I was in the great hall, talking to a man at a table about laughter therapy and the possibility of … Read more