Writing to Wake Up

Dr. Chmiel
I am wordless. I finally finished your book. In one sitting, on an airplane headed to Nashville. I can’t believe I didn’t read it sooner. I wish I was more like Tanya, but I don’t always know how to be. Clinging to academics is my safety net, even when...

Same As It Ever Was
Sarah Blackhorn was one I never met, but I heard about her at bubble bath time.  He would lean back in the tub and tell me tales from his youth, their summer camp experiences.  She had long blond curls. He would look at me after being lost in a reverie...

Stabat Mater Dolorosa
It all started over a decade ago.  I didn't understand what mental illness is.  How it dips and dives and screeches back into hiding under the guise of normality.  I learned about it first and foremost through one woman. She was large-boned, had an impressive...

1/31/16 from a writing of 1/18/16 in response to TNH/Christ and Buddhism
Always I have been struck, like whacked in the forehead, hard, by the gospel of Thomas.  It is so direct, so simply confounding enigmatic, full of lines of beauty and no-nonsense.  We are called on to be  WHO WE ARE.  We become not be listening to the...