The world is missing the good sort of heroes these days. I had a few in the past, people who who stood up for others, worked with integrity in difficult situations, or used whatever fame or talent they had to further kindness in the world. There are always a few, working quietly, but they don't... Continue Reading →
Here’s to the Ostrich
Relaxing. I wish I could. I don't know why I can't. The internal dialogue in my head is just waiting for someone to find me out, accuse me of something I should have done or done better or done before or faster or whatever. So I stay tense, and unsure of myself, and it's really... Continue Reading →
For the Birds
I'm slowly becoming a birder. A lot of my childhood was spent with my father shushing me while he looked at something through his binoculars, so there's history behind this. However, one of the things I really got from my dad was not a love of bird watching, but just the idea that all things... Continue Reading →
Madness and Tolerance
I just finished my friend Helen Taylor's memoir love lay down beside me and we wept. It is a dissection of her depression which took her as far as a very nearly successful suicide attempt. I knew from meeting her that she is a perfectionist, and that her inner critic wants to tell her that... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 