Occupation: Author Birth: April 10, 1962
Those memories that are engraved within me become teaching tools, ways of connecting with others, of creating an empathic bridge, of reaching out a h….
Our pain is a part of who we authentically are..
It is in the thousands of days of trying, failing, sitting, thinking, resisting, dreaming, raveling, unraveling that we are at our most engaged, aler….
I don't know why this is, but I really believe that things don't happen when we're trying to will them into being. They don't happen when we're wait….
If I dismiss the ordinary—waiting for the special, the extreme, the extraordinary to happen - I may just miss my life..
Open your hearts. Deep inside ourselves, we are all one and the same..
Confidence is highly overrated when it comes to creating literature. A writer who is overly confident will not engage in the struggle to get it exact….
Writing has been my window-flung wide open to this magnificent, chaotic existence-my way of interpreting everything within my grasp..
What was going on inside of me became louder because everything around me became quieter..
You can start your day over anytime..
The only graceful thing to do is recognize and embrace what is actually happening, rather than fight against it..
Everything you need to know about life can be learned from a genuine and ongoing attempt to write.
We don't choose what's going to wake us up..
The writing life requires courage, patience, persistence, empathy, openness, and the ability to deal with rejection. It requires the willingness to b….
All there is to do, right at this very moment, is to breathe in, breathe out, and kiss the joy as it flies..
At some point each day (well, most days) I unroll my mat and practice for an hour. I sit in meditation for a while. This can be five minutes or twent….
I'm very disciplined, but the one thing that I have addictive behavior about is the Internet..
I'll have my students try to follow their minds during the course of a day, just to see the way their minds work, the way our minds hop from thing to….
My son is now fourteen, and from the moment he was born, I understood that forevermore my heart would be walking around outside my body..
I've always felt like my nose is pressed to glass. I always feel a little bit like an outsider..
If I waited to be in the mood to write, I'd barely have a chapbook of material to my name. Who would ever be in the mood to write? Do marathon runner….