It’s the closest thing I’ve felt to death.


5 days of labor and pushing and pain and sweat and utter exhaustion.


Hours of almost readiness, a champ in the ring, waiting for her trophy.


And he arrives, at a perfect Godly time with absolute intention.


He comes uncracked, unwrinkled; life hasn’t stamped her good ol’ reality check on his skin. Not yet.


Why do we cry? How does it crack our hearts wide open?


We’ve all traveled this channel too. We have got to be as perfect, as divine, as uncracked?

Somewhere underneath. Right?

Clouds hiding the sun, type of shit. Right?

A son. A nephew. A gift.


cali teen

bless you

Red tank.
Short denim jeans.
Orange hair growing out from a collision of blonde shades.
Black socks squeezed into matching flip flops.
Old rollie. Used and reused.
Sweet, classic Cali teenager.

Thirteen? 14? 16? No more than that.

She looks nervous, diverts her eyes.
“Can I share the table with you?” I ask.
Thumb in mouth ripping at skin, she nods with eyes drawn away.
Staring off in the distance…

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system shut down

Perspective of the day:

“Even animal welfare people can fall for the myths. If you have to euthanize hundreds of pit bulls in your shelter it’s easier to believe that there’s something wrong with them and then go home and sleep at night, than to say well maybe some of them can be helped. Because then you have to change everything you do.”
– Donna Reynolds, BADRAP [Oakland based advocacy and rescue organization for pitbulls]

Learn more about The Champions documentary by clicking on Sally’s nose below.

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hard + deep

Jackie Robinson My Heart

We had this romantic story in our minds that we’ll adopt a shelter dog, save him from death or some other trauma; that he’ll come into our home and “behave” and love us instantly.

We thought, “What one dog gets the worst rap? Pit bulls? Ok, let’s do that.”

We were naive.
We were young and wild and free.
And now here we are.

I really didn’t know what I was getting into.
Sure, my heart melts at the thought of any dog getting euthanized but my heart was put to the test this time. We got him.
This is my life now.
Things have changed.

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Daylight Savings, 6:40am

Rounding, meditation, bed made, teeth pulling, tea brewing — feels so good to be getting ready for the day early.
Daylight savings is a great way to start a habit and kill another one.
One of the dark ones.

There’s a magic to the early hour, there’s an air of creativity and divinity.
You feel like you’re sitting with the Masters as they paint, write, read, sculpt, swim, clean, tone, prepare.

What do the Masters do?
They fail and then fail better.
They keep at it; tweaking, refining, questioning, moving forward.

I hear a baby play in the apartment next to me.
The sweet vocal explorations in baby Ari.
Little Ari who intently, clumsily, lurches toward a goal and topples over.
Again and again. Baby steps are the royal road to skill, he teaches us from the other room.

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