Trump, Women and Violence

This evening, in a moment of total distraction I badly burned the tips of my fingers on my right hand. I even heard them sizzle.  I kid you not. (Short bit of writing today: Typing. Seriously. Hurts.)   Many people have been asking me how to empathize with and...

Introversion or Self-Protection?

Sometimes I confuse being “introverted” with my fear of being engulfed by other people. One cue that it’s not really my introversion (a legitimate and real thing for me!), but rather my fear of engulfment that is coming up, is when I notice myself being “too...

Scary Shit and Shadow Comforts

On the days that scary shit gets the better of me, I notice myself holding my breath a lot. My body feels braced against life itself. Fearful, stuck and paralyzed. These take hold of me whenever I am about to really commit to moving in the direction of something that...