7 ways cold water helped me stay sober
The first time I swam past the buoy line was the spring of 2011. I'd just come back from a week in Bodega Bay, where a woman in a salt-bleached parka handed me a thermos and…
Breathwork for the nights panic wins
For nearly three years I've kept a short list of breathing patterns for very specific failures. For sleeping less. For the tightness under the ribs. For the elevator, and…
The Shapes of Grief: Mine
October 8, 2013. I was already halfway out of my coat when it landed — no reserve left in me after a day that had started at a quarter past four, in a kitchen that…
We carry the map already; we only have to read it.
A note. This was the first thing I ever published, back on a blog I've since taken offline, and the photograph above is the last glass I poured on a Tuesday in…