Cha-cha-cha-cha-changes.

Recently, I crashed into myself. Hard. A full body resistance-to-change face plant. In the struggle of moving from who I was to who I am becoming, the Universe tends to notice and becomes the world's biggest asshole Fitness Boot Camp coach who wants to see just how serious I am about shedding those unwanted pounds and firming up my core.

Hello. It’s me.

I have a dear friend, my first partner...the first man I was ever blessed to be in love with, and the first man I ever hurt to his core. We have, together, over the years been able to salvage from the wreckage and repair our relationship to where now it is strong, and solid, and with mutual respect and admiration. We have healed.

The Black Dog

I can tell when he’s about to visit. I get away from daily meditating, writing, and working out with a sense of discipline. I always seem to falter and recede into a sadder, darker, and cynical place. What’s different this time is that I’m not staying in this place--the bottom of the well--for as long …