Types of Story

There are lines we never willingly cross, but almost for that reason, we are fascinated by what lies on the other side. We understand that there are things we can never know secondhand, experiences we wish we could learn from without having to live through them personally. I, for one, tend toward darkness, encounters that…

Storyteller

I was born a story, born of story, born to story. My legend precedes my being and will succeed me. Invoked only by those aspects of reality that contain the potential for legend, I am indifferent to that which evokes no story, which has no larger meaning. A small, unimportant person embodying the epic of…

The Day After

After writing all morning, I’m still thinking about those women last night on the rooftop of the Women’s Club, and how they responded to my disclosure better than I’d anticipated. I know it won’t always be that way and I’m grateful to them for their collective reaction. I’m so grateful I decide to send them…

Prologue I

There is no real conversation without vulnerability. David Whyte I hate these things. It’s stuporously early on a bright, frigid January Saturday morning, and I’m not ready for this. Oblivious of the implications, Jill has put the question I’ve been struggling with for over five years now into a little class exercise – the cheap,…

An Adventure Begins

A little over a year ago I surprised myself (and others) by abruptly walking out of a very well-paying job that allowed me room to do all kinds of things I enjoy – strategic planning, developing new processes & tools, creating a department, inventing solutions – it was a great job in many ways; except…