Getting Better at Becoming

There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from watching yourself participate in your own diminishment while remaining intelligent enough to narrate it in real time.Most people know this feeling, though they describe it differently. In Buddhist philosophy, the “hungry ghost” represents a state of perpetual craving: a being with an enormous appetite and no capacity to feel full. Neuroscience frames the same phenomenon less spiritually and more mechanically. The brain, in its efficiency,...

God Was Flirting Today

My friend attends weekly Bible study and comes to my house for a tarot reading. She doesn't flinch at the contradiction and neither do I. I shuffle. I lay her spread. Tonight, I told her what I saw, which was a woman pressed up against her own bank account like it was a door she’d forgotten wasn’t locked. Scarcity—the kind single mothers know by first name.I told her praying and casting spells are the same damn thing. You speak into the dark and ask it to move. The dark doesn’t care what you cal...

Drop In

The first time we tried skating, Wendell was four. His father and I—hopelessly optimistic, briefly solvent thanks to a 2020 stimulus check—spent $300 on a custom setup. Deck, trucks, bearings, wheels. We bought the identity before he had the body for it.There was no skatepark. Just a steep hill outside our house and two adults performing confidence. His…

The first time we tried skating, Wendell was four. His father and I—hopelessly optimistic, briefly solvent thanks to a 2020 stimulus check—spe...

The Bible of the Powerless

The first parent I met at my son’s elementary school, who didn’t make me feel like an interloper, once worked as a correctional officer in a South Carolina jail.The school sits in a neighborhood that didn’t always signal upward mobility. Her father bought property there more than fifty years ago—before rising values and zoning patterns turned certain ad…

The first parent I met at my son’s elementary school, who didn’t make me feel like an interloper, once worked as a correctional officer in a S...

We're All David Lynch, We're Just Too Afraid to Say So

David Lynch's death doesn't matter, and that's what makes it worth remembering.We always post about people when they die—mostly celebrities we didn't know, often our friends—and it always says something like "he was such a good person, would've given you the shirt off his back, would've given you his last dollar." But he's dead and you didn't know him a…

David Lynch's death doesn't matter, and that's what makes it worth remembering.

We always post about people when they die—mostly celebrities...

The Last Animal Standing

Humans are the only species self-congratulatory enough to crown themselves the “fittest,” while behaving like the least prepared organism in the ecosystem. We have abstract thought, symbolic language, self-awareness, internal narration, mythic imag…

Humans are the only species self-congratulatory enough to crown themselves the “fittest,” while behaving like the least prepared organism in the ecosystem.

We have abstract thought, symbolic language, self-awareness, internal narration, mythic imag...

The Art of Letting God

“The eye with which I see God is the same eye with which God sees me.” There’s a point in every seeker’s evolution where devotion starts to look a little like micromanagement. You meditate harder, breathe deeper, manifest louder—then wonder why …

“The eye with which I see God is the same eye with which God sees me.”

“The eye with which I see God is the same eye with which God sees me.”

There’s a point in every seeker’s evolution where devotion starts to look a little like micromanagement.

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Sliding the Grid of Reality

I used to love that old show Quantum Leap.A scientist flung through spacetime, waking up in other people’s bodies, each week a new mission to “put right what once went wrong.” It was campy, moral, strangely moving. What always got me wasn’t the premise of time travel—it was the feeling that he was sliding across something…

I used to love that old show Quantum Leap.

A scientist flung through spacetime, waking up in other people’s bodies, each week a new mission to “put right what once went wron...

Truth, Contradiction, and the Human Design

I sometimes joke that humanity lost its power when technology caught up with free will. But in truth, we surrendered that power—willingly—in pursuit of more: more progress, more control, more dominion. The paradox is that our precious free will, that hallmark of humanness, exists in tension with an older law, an ancient order embedded in our biology. Most people don’t reflect on the cellular intelligence woven into our being. Yet, like all life forms dependent on homeostasis—from trees to clouds to insects—we are walking toward extinction. And if that sounds dramatic, consider this: we are all, undeniably, living to die.

Drug addict mum who went to first AA meeting aged 9 looks so different sober

A recovering addict who went to her first AA meeting aged nine says she tried every drug on the market by the time she was 13.

Ashley Carter Cash, 38, had a mum who was dependent on crack cocaine and an alcoholic dad.

Her parents divorced when she was 12 and afterwards she lived with her mum.

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A young Ashley hoped to save her “from the demons that drove her to drugs” but unfortunately she “fell into the t

Vol. 8: Emotional Sobriety

"Although coined by Bill W., co-founder of Alcoholics Anonymous, the term "emotional sobriety" applies to anyone with a sympathetic nervous system, regardless of whether you're afflicted with addiction. Emotional sobriety is a body/mind phenomenon. It encompasses the ability to experience and talk about feelings alongside learning to live life in balanced ways so that both the mind and the body can live in harmony. As we sober up emotionally, we expand our ability to tolerate what we're feeling, to live through fierce emotions without acting out or self-medicating."

That Time I Was a Child Bride…

“Twice, I was a wife. Well, one of the two was legally binding, anyway. Ironically enough, the first was both illicit and the most ceremonious and expensive. The time I married my brother's step-kid after roommates turned bedmates, there was no requirement for signed parental permission when applying for the official marriage license. Although, there ought to been; let's be honest! No guests were in attendance for that one, and there was no dress; just him and me, my seven-month-pregnant belly…”

The Walk of Audacity

"The walk of shame is never pleasant. But you do get used to it. A New York City walk of shame isn't half-bad, save for when you inevitably wake up next to a bike messenger somewhere out in Red Hook, asking yourself why the hell you wore the Chloe slingbacks with the five-inch platform out for a night of doing rails off the lid of a dive bar toilet tank again. And don't think for a second you're taking a hot shower before wandering the concrete jungle in search of your own bed..."

Vol. 26: The Introvert's Guide to Friendship

"Friendship is one of the most critical relationships in our lives; buddy bonds provide an essential source of social support. In addition, a strong network of friends can help cushion stress, loneliness, anxiety, and other potential mental health problems.
Research shows that people with close friendships are more likely to experience positive emotions and live with greater satisfaction. So even one solid homie can do wonders for your mental health!"

Where's Bruce?

Last Monday, I heard the sound of an incoming call through Instagram, and it lit me right up. Thank fuck, I thought; just the person I needed seventy-two hours after my boyfriend walked out on me a la oneway flight to NYC—of course, Bruce intuitively knew and was calling on me to give bitchfest. He is the only one who could understand the trapped and lonely feeling of a vagabond birdy with clipped wings—even though he has no kid keeping him from his old one-way plane ticket ways. He'd understand...