Be The Buffalo

I was thinking about my relationship with discomfort this morning on my long run.  Walt and I set out to do 12 miles, and sure enough, at about mile 6, this twingy thing I’ve got going on with my left hamstring reared its ugly head. Of course Walt is of the...

Some Light Reading About Death And Sex

Years and years ago, I decided that the best way to keep myself writing was to hang out with other writers. So I set out to find other writers in the area and eventually joined a tight-knit writers’ group who met once a week in the author Anne Batterson’s...

Haters Are Gonna Hate

I was 26 the first time I realized that what people thought about me had more to do with them, then with who I was/am as a person. Such an epiphany should have freed me up; unfortunately it didn’t. When I’d first moved to Iran, I wanted two things more than...