I love the story of the Ugly Duckling as told by Lilo to Stitch in the Disney movie. It’s a simplified retelling. Lilo explains, “he’s sad because he’s all alone and nobody wants him.” When his family finds him, “the ugly duckling is happy because he knows where he belongs.”

I like to imagine my life as a long piece of string. It comes from my love of greek mythology, lives were represented by a thread, measured to determine the length of a person’s life, and cut by the Fates when it was meant to be over…

I look across the coffee bar and see all these different women I wish I was. But if they’re all so different what is it I really want from each of them…

Walking through the flower mart, I thought of how each plant has different needs. Some need more water, others need more sun. Some need more space to grow, others do well grouped together. It reminded me how people have different needs…

A friend made an unexpected comment about me, “If you weren’t in my life, I’d be unsteady.” The word unsteady caught at my heart. This year I’ve been praying the word Anchor over myself. I think of the heavy metal objects attached to a boat by a rope or chain. When dropped into the water and resting on the bottom of the sea, the anchor keeps the boat from moving, keeps the boat steady…

A friend once invited me on a road trip. “Hey, planning to go to LA. Down?” My first thought was it was an accident. She texted the wrong person. I wasn’t actually invited. I can be insecure that way. I’m asked to a road trip or a party or a dinner and I think it’s not for me…

You know when you’re rushing somewhere and you’re worried you’ll be late and you hit all the red lights and it feels like the world is conspiring against you…

I took Bart the other day. It’s the Bay Area’s version of the subway. It was my first time after coming back from traveling for a year. And it was as I remembered it…