Fishing for myself

(Let the nautical metaphors continue.) I found myself sitting crosslegged inside the folds of my hammock, staring out into the mystic-blue waters of Lake Michigan, practicing the art of ‘not-doing-anything’ for an hour or so. It was magical. After turning off-and-on the overheated circuits in my wired brain, like a jolting bolt of lightning, the…

On the flow of information

I’ve been obsessed with how information moves, like a river, from tongue to mouth to mind to memory for as long as I can remember. Even as a young child, I flocked to nighttime stories of Jack & Annie’s adventures in their awesome treehouse and around the world (thanks Mom!). My earliest memories are mentally…

Invisible Land

This land is your land. This land is my land. But this land isn’t their land, because we said so.