The Story Told Is the Story Known: On the Power of Small Stories

We often imagine storytelling as a grand act — a sweeping account or treatise of who we are, where we’ve been, what we’ve survived, and what we’ve learned. Something cohesive. Something definitive. Something that explains everything. But that kind of storytelling — the autobiographical, whole-of-life summary — is not only daunting; it’s also rarely where … Continue reading The Story Told Is the Story Known: On the Power of Small Stories

On insulation: When compartmentalisation hurts as much as it helps

I was in a moment praying a while ago, asking for wisdom and guidance, and a weirdly specific and innocuous image came to mind:   Insulation. Styrofoam peanuts. Bubble wrap.   Photo by RODNAE Productions on Pexels.com Random, right? Perhaps not.  For what does insulation do?  Protects. Surrounds.   Insulation keeps things safe. It stops breakage. It … Continue reading On insulation: When compartmentalisation hurts as much as it helps

I don’t know what to call this post: Or, on a life of chronic indecisiveness.

My friend Eleanor is one of the most decisive people I know. In the time I've had the pleasure of calling her friend, I don't think I've ever seen her doubt herself, once. She knows what she wants in life, in meals, in relationships, in fashion choices, in her faith, and in her tile choice … Continue reading I don’t know what to call this post: Or, on a life of chronic indecisiveness.

“I’m here while you’re in it”: On being accompanied when you’re at your worst.

In a recent session with my genius therapist she encouraged me to speak of what was making me angry. "Tell me one thing that's making you angry.""Just one thing?" I replied. (I'm funny, friends)."Start with one. We'll work our way from there." I then shared some aspects of anger (a particularly potent emotion for me). … Continue reading “I’m here while you’re in it”: On being accompanied when you’re at your worst.