Zebras.

This time would be different. I was worn out on conferences – tired of feeling like my resume mattered more than my heart. I was tired of being just known enough by those involved in my wheelhouse conferences, but not enough to ever be invited to the table in any fashion. I was tired of feeling the constant tug to prove myself, “show well”, or giving in to the lie that somehow my worth was in direct proportion to who I “knew’. I was tired of being the one, the […]

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Him

He grew up under the last remnants of Communism – red neck scarf and in formation bootleg movies from the West the permeation of grey. The son of an engineer, who wanted to be a professional violinist, and an ophthalmologist. The grandson of an army general, who was in charge of a smattering of spa towns, and an opera singer. I remember the first time I saw him, as he entered my classroom, tardy and with earbuds. His smile, his eyes. How little I knew then. We became the best […]

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A Friend is One.

I sat across the table from her. It was a gorgeous summer evening, and yet, the air was heavy. She was not her usual upbeat self, in fact, the deep grief was palpable. She had called me asking if I could meet last minute. I knew, from previous conversations, that this day was coming. As she shared, so vulnerable and honest, we wept together. This began a season of friendship between the two of us in which I had the beautiful privilege of being there for her through one of […]

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The Beauty of the Inhale

There are moments. Moments like this – in the midst of the chaos external and internal where there is Pause. It catches you off-guard. You literally stop in your tracks. Silence. The moment is so pronounced that you are acutely aware of your Inhale. Innnnnnnn….. The lungs expand. You hold your breath – not wanting to let go of the moment before the exhale. Senses are heightened. An epiphany happens. Was it real? It certainly was. And you are left feeling so grateful. For the gift of revelation. That moment. Perspective. Belovedness. […]

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The Hope Chest

She kneels before the chest, nostalgic. She knows it is time – time to let go – and yet, she is acutely aware of what she is releasing and what it means moving forward. She opens the chest and is overcome by the memories that come flooding in, so ingrained with the scent of cedar. By her side, lays a pile. The pile extends up to her waist while kneeling. She grabs the item on top of the pile. Her favorite mask. The Mask of Performance. Oh, how many times this […]

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