Monthly Archives: December 2013

I’m convinced that there is a wordless place inside of us that receives story. In my imagination, it’s like an atrium, but more sentient and responsive. Maybe something like a heart’s atrium, which also receives what is vital and live. … Continue reading →

I wrote in a blog post recently about how exposed parenting makes you feel. I said there were a lot of phrases out there to describe what it was like to be a parent — walking around with your underwear … Continue reading →