There’s Always Something to Give
Note: This article is for folks who have too much stuff and are interested in giving some of it away for free in ways that better their communities. There is absolutely no [...]
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The Boy In The Playroom
When I was seven, I was healed by a miracle. That’s how my parents always told it. The night before, we’d had company. It was a weeknight, which meant my sister and I [...]
That’s What She Said | 44 Awesome Ways to Cultivate Happiness, Part 2
If we pay attention, we can identify those small moments that indicate great change. These moments are easy to pass by, to discount as “not important enough,” but they [...]
That’s What She Said | 44 Awesome Ways to Cultivate Happiness, Part 1
I recently had a conversation with a group of friends that blew my mind. It started with Lady A saying, “I don’t hate my body. Yeah, there are changes I want to make, but [...]
Notes from Nanea | Holiday Complexity and the Beauty of Now
My dear Sweatpants & Coffee tribe, The house smells of baking and coffee. It’s deliciously quiet, now that I’ve shoved a bag of still-warm cookies into my [...]
Bits of Gratitude | I Can Still Feel That
You would think, with the number of surgeries and painful medical procedures I’ve undergone in the last few years, that I would be somewhat inured to physical discomfort. [...]
Notes from Nanea | Finding Plenty
I take two deep breaths to try and steady myself, but that isn’t enough. My chest is tight. I’m clenching my fists like I’m ready to fight, and my teeth ache. I’ve [...]
Bits of Gratitude | What There Is in Front of You
I’ve always been afraid of swirling wind. It’s not a reasonable fear, like you might have if you live in tornado country, or in my case growing up, a hurricane belt. I [...]
Bits of Gratitude | What Grows in the Light
I lay in the makeshift recovery room, watching the dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun as the light came slanting in sideways through the blinds. The one window faced [...]
Bits of Gratitude | The Gift of Fire: What the Anger Teaches
I smelled the fire before I knew what it was. I couldn’t see it or feel it, but the air smelled wrong. An acrid, smoky scent hung in the air as I went about my day, tending [...]
