I think it’s brave that you go to Whole Foods even though you might run into someone you know and have an awkward conversation about why you’ve been out of touch for months. I think it’s brave that you continue to attend Yoga classes because someone might ask you how you are and you might begin to cry. I think it’s brave that you drive to meet a friend even though you don’t want to and carry on a conversation as if you have your shit together. I think it’s brave that you’re having Thanksgiving at your house even though surely you are not up for it. I think it’s brave that you show up at therapy week after week in case that helps somehow. I think it’s brave that you read your writing aloud as it is something that makes you vulnerable. I think it’s brave that you are a beekeeper. I think it’s brave that you teach a dance class, the moves long memorized but what if you forget something? I think it’s brave to live in California at all. I think it’s brave to walk up the street and say hello to the neighbors should you encounter any because they are quite unfriendly. I think it’s brave to tell anyone that you’re not doing well—but what good does it do to pretend? I think it’s brave to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and express yourself and share it online. I think it’s brave to be human and navigate this earth. I think it’s brave that you stood up to your mother despite it having no effect. I think it’s brave to move 4 times in 3 years.

I think it’s brave to get up each and every day and be human.

Where I am from (I really wish I had more photos–working on it) I am from the Hackensack River and its tributary, the creek which runs under Baylor Avenue. I am from the dams we built there, to clog up the water flow so we felt like civil engineers. I am from mosquitoes which hatchedContinue Reading

Letter to my younger self Dear very young Danielle, Have fun and smile just as much as you used to but don’t be such a pushover. Don’t think that you need so much good feedback from everyone — be yourself and know that you’re really smart. Don’t worry about what your mom’s and dad’s friendsContinue Reading

Hush Child and listen (rough draft) You don’t listen enough and sometimes you listen too much so that you are underlistening and sometimes overlistening–what is the right. balance? You need to hush to hear the rain, you need to hush to hear the sunshine, you need to hush to hear the cat’s purr, you needContinue Reading

The names have been changed to protect the innocent. My friendship was with a girl named Cindy. She was my neighbor through the woods, back in the day when walking through the woods was safe and we weren’t in danger’s path from wolves and rapists. Wendy was my age and she and her family movedContinue Reading

1974 Vacation Remember when family holidays were the coolest thing ever? Most likely this was before you turned thirteen, and still liked your parents at least a little bit. One of our most epic family vacations occurred when I was nine. My father flew us out to Los Angeles from New Jersey where he hadContinue Reading

I recently took an online women’s writing course and each week we were prompted to write about something. The teacher would give a lecture about writing and how we might access memories about the topic. When we were prompted to write about our grandmothers’ arms, each woman who shared told the story of their grandmothers’Continue Reading

Why I write I write because my silence is painful. I write because truth is better than lies. I write because there is so much love I write because I am dead inside when I don’t I am telling everyone what I see and feel I write because I am funny Because I am sadContinue Reading

When we were teens in New Jersey, summers were highlighted by going to the beach or “down the shore”. This is the very same shore which has given us the likes of Bruce Springsteen and Snookie.  Ponder that for a moment. We were old enough to drive at age 17 or had boyfriends who were.Continue Reading

  Last year I had the great fortune of attending a Flower Essence training in Nevada City, California. Nevada City is a few hours east of San Francisco in the Gold Country on the way to the Sierras and Lake Tahoe. The training occurred on a delightful property called Terra Flora about 3 miles awayContinue Reading