The Dim Sum Journal
A Deficit to Escape, or Fullness in This Moment
Every offer in the inbox carries the same cheerful verdict: room for improvement. But what if the you of now was never a deficit to escape — and what is...
A Deficit to Escape, or Fullness in This Moment
Every offer in the inbox carries the same cheerful verdict: room for improvement. But what if the you of now was never a deficit to escape — and what is...
Should You Really?
There is a version of your week that exists mostly in obligation. You carry it — not always gracefully, sometimes with a laugh — and then you pick it all...
Should You Really?
There is a version of your week that exists mostly in obligation. You carry it — not always gracefully, sometimes with a laugh — and then you pick it all...
Armour, or Expression?
A child hands the choice to a rhyme — pick a number, and whatever lands, that's the one. Most of us never quite stop. We just get more sophisticated. We...
Armour, or Expression?
A child hands the choice to a rhyme — pick a number, and whatever lands, that's the one. Most of us never quite stop. We just get more sophisticated. We...
Waiting for the Next
Most of us are living in the "when." When the career reaches wherever success means this year. When the relationship arrives. When enough finally feels like enough. It looks like...
Waiting for the Next
Most of us are living in the "when." When the career reaches wherever success means this year. When the relationship arrives. When enough finally feels like enough. It looks like...
The Safety That's Beyond Survival
Safety is not the same as being regulated. And vigilance — however quietly it runs — is not the same as feeling held. This piece goes underneath both. Into the...
The Safety That's Beyond Survival
Safety is not the same as being regulated. And vigilance — however quietly it runs — is not the same as feeling held. This piece goes underneath both. Into the...
Let Me Not Feel Better. Really, I’m Ok.
February stirred something in me — a recognition that what we call “normal” no longer fits. Not just in the world, but in the quiet ways I rush to restore...
Let Me Not Feel Better. Really, I’m Ok.
February stirred something in me — a recognition that what we call “normal” no longer fits. Not just in the world, but in the quiet ways I rush to restore...