Listen up. When you look around and cock your head (think: RCA dog) and ask yourself, “Why is that so popular?” or “I don’t get it” or “Yuck,” trust that. Trust that questioning, that niggling, that contraction in your belly. Not because you are such a genius (though you are, or you wouldn’t be here [...]

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Darling, join me in self-honoring lift-off.

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When I told a friend about Freedom from Self-improvement Day, she said, “Oh good, that means I can eat anything I want.” “Um, no, that wouldn’t be the point,” I said, suddenly feeling confused and a little sad. I realized that’s how a lot of us spend our lives – believing, at least on some [...]

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A Wednesday happening in which I dissolve posting flummoxia by posting a a jambalaya, a comfort basket, a wiry fankle (a Scottish word that means a tangle or a state of confusion), a bit of this and tad of that. Fankle One – Slum Dog Millionaire Rant I did not like this movie. Yes, it’s [...]

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