If Three Little Sentences Feel Like Everest, You’re Not Alone

The night I lost my three sentencesI sat with my journal open, pen poised like a tiny flag on a windy summit. I neede...

If You’ve Ever Reorganized Your Pens Instead of Journaling, You Belong Here

The Promise I Keep Making to TomorrowLast night I set out to journal. I made tea, lit a candle, opened the notebook -...

When You Sit Down to Color One Bird… and the Emails Start Cawing

I sat down with a cup of tea and a box of pencils, ready to color one calm little sparrow. First stroke of blue - and...