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Monthly Archives: February 2012
I was flat on my back in a dimly-lit room with my knees curled into my chest. Just another Tuesday night Candlelight Yoga class. The instructor — one of those enviably strong & sculpted women that inspires you to return … Continue reading
. . . because we ALL need to expand our praisecabularies. * * * 1. You astonish me. 2. You’re a virtuoso. 3. Your sagacity is stunning. 4. You’re a glitterbomb of glory. 5. Your genius would be alarming, … Continue reading
The biggest source of creative stagnation for me — and most of my clients & comrades — isn’t an idea shortage . . . it’s having TOO MANY ideas to choose from. “I’m just BUBBLING with brilliance, and can’t limit … Continue reading
OBSESSION – From the 16th century ‘obsidere’ :: to besiege, engross or possess. Akin to the hostile action of an evil spirit. Hostile spirit? More like a happy hardcore sprite sippin’ on a shot of triple-distilled exaltation, with a lavender-sugar-rimmed … Continue reading
When I was 21 years old, I came out to my parents. From my miniature apartment. In a converted parking lot structure. That used to be a YMCA. In New Zealand. Via Skype. “Mom, dad . . . I’m a … Continue reading
I’m ready for more. More love. More prescience. More incandescence. More diligence. More devotion. And yes — more space. More side-swiping insights. More tear-swelling tenderness. More wit. More wordplay. More wizardry. More wisecracks. I’m ready to give more. To see … Continue reading
My IQ score rides on the cusp of ‘genius.’ They told me so. When I was ten. The memories of my first Intelligence Quotient assessment are fragmented, but firmly set in place — like the memory of my first corn … Continue reading
We’re walking through the twilight to the Thai place on the corner. Meeting some friends. Mock duck massaman curry. A few laughs. The usual delight. Quick steps through the half-frozen mist. Arms linked, bodies pulled close for survival. Cold to … Continue reading
