About 2 years ago, David moved from his home in Massachusetts to my home in San Francisco- he had lived in California for most of his life before that. We met on my “Inspiration Phone” line (415 546...

Here we are in America, in this post-election time of divisiveness, hope, and seemingly insurmountable differences in need of healing. I believe that it is time for accountability, then unity. I’ve...

I’m reminded that I used to receive this little pink pill at the dentist, which I was instructed to chew before my cleaning.  It then revealed all the places I hadn’t brushed by depositing a pink...

Maybe we are building a new world. Maybe we’ll paint marshmallows purple, or free circus elephants. Maybe we’ll ride on a chocolate merry-go-round, or make tennis shoes for camels. Maybe we’ll find...

This is John, my beloved former fiancé who died in my arms in March 2016. It was one of the most horrifying and gorgeous experiences of my life, and I’ve written a lot about it previously in my...

This photo is from a tiny party I had in July 2018, before David moved in and before the world of ourselves changed. Thank you dear Andrea for standing on the couch to take the photograph. Thank you...

I send you this art as a reminder of your healing abilities- no matter what. As I was deciding what to write for this Magic Blog, I found myself bereft of words, caught in what felt like a hopeless...

The other day, I was standing tucked into the corner of a garden space on the street, far away from all people, writing on my cell phone with my mask down. A woman with a small dog on a leash...

A few months after my former fiancé John died, I replaced the blinds in our bedroom, and the installer helped me take the old blinds to the recycling bin.  As we did this work together, I said, ...

I’m writing a lot about “deeply grieving & wildly living” in my new book: Living (Mostly) Wonderfull: The Surprising *Gifts of Terrible Things *the gift locating is optional- some things just...

I can already hear you saying that you’re not a creative genius, or that others are, or that others are more than you, or that it’s overblown hyperbole.  It could be the word genius;-)  But consider...

Here we are in these moments of our lives, feeling our way through it all.  Life and love go on, no matter what else is going on.  I’m feeling an immense tenderness for each of us, creating our ways...