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I believe that for two emotionally healthy people, love and integrity are enough. I believe those two things can bridge idealogical differences, extended family problems, money issues, illness. Because two emotionally healthy people will own their own shit. They will have the strength to be honest even when it is painful, motivated by a deep…
Sleepy Saturday is a good way to describe the last day in Hawaii. We sleep in later than usual after our late night of dancing. We pick up some interesting donuts from a Holy Donuts in Kona—our favorite was the lilikoi (passionfruit) meringue. We relax on the seawall watching swimmers follow the buoy-marked path that…
I am up with the sun at 7am. Cass and I have planned to snorkel the Captain Cook Monument today. With optimism, we attach a couple of other potential plans on the back end of that so we rush around and load all the needed equipment, provisions and clothing into a laundry basket to haul…
It’s 2am. My body feels exfoliated from the elements, slightly tight from exertion. I’m sitting outside on the deck of my next AirBnB in Kona. It’s quiet, nestled into the city surrounded by apartments and houses, except for the gentle white noise of the AC. I got about four hours of sleep before I became…
Tonight as I’m writing this (and every night) the coqui frogs and cicadas are singing their songs over the distant sound of waves crashing onto the rocky cliffs below. The spiders are positioned in the center of their elaborate webs. A few stars are glinting overhead but mostly it is intensely dark. The place I’m…
Last night, I arrived back to my guest suite at 7:30pm. I took a shower. I really needed it. My legs were caked with mud in spots. My hair hadn’t been washed for four days and was stiff from the salt water. I was exhausted but it was the best kind of tired—the physical tired…
Right now I’m sitting, wet bum in the volcanic sand, watching the waves and the clouds roll in. I’m alone except for the sand crabs. They range in size from teeny-tiny to about six inches. They dig holes in the sand and then venture in and out of them. If you startle them, they sprint…
Last July I was out for one of my nightly walks with R in the stroller and the stars and jets and helicopters twinkling overhead. I imagine I was probably listening to a Dear Sugars podcast and soaking in the thick, night air. I was texting with a friend and I commented on how I…
In Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Life and Love from Dear Sugar there is a letter from a man who signs himself as “Beast with a Limp.” He writes that he has been disfigured by a blood disorder that he has been dealing with since childhood. He writes that there is no way to remedy…
I used to pray, as a matter of routine, to be wise. When I was married I think it was summing up something like this: “Please let me figure out how to do enough right things. Please help me to be smarter. Please help me think my way out of this hell. Please help me…