small discoveries along the way: letting go of shame makes space for wonder.

What were you doing in your basement in 1998? I was smoking a lot of pot and making weird images with fractal design painter.

Musings on the cusp of 50.

I am far too young to feel this old, wear my hair the way I do.

The death of the patriarchy won’t come easy, but it is a gift to all of us. So let’s join forces to create something new.

Musings from the operating room floor.