Being human
and life's little mysteries

I have a 77 year old liver; the rest of my body is 51. This mismatch of age between a vital organ and the rest of my body does not rest...

Since I was three years old, I’ve been poked and prodded by strangers more times than I can count, or even remember. Hundreds of blood...

Monday, October 10th was World Mental Health Day. The stigma around mental health, its causes and treatments, and how the stigma itself...

Today I’m feeling grateful to have an intelligent body. A body that remembers. A body that carries my unique imprint of experiences; a...

This is…. My new best friend. It’s my second visit to A+E in less than a week. Based on this, and a handful of other recent visits to...

Morning view from kitchen. As The leaves have fallen off this statuesque beech tree, so too I’ve been going through my own state of...

Of all the places one would expect to find oneself after proclaiming to the world the self-isolation is inevitable, here I am waiting in...

…but the real winning is in having the courage to get wet. Bhagavan Das once told me ‘Life is messy, you’ve got to roll your sleeves up...

Where do we go when we disappear? What risks would you take if you weren’t so attached to your name, face, physicality, reputation? Can...

During the course of August month took time to recover from spinal surgery, resting near a pond that is connected to a river which opens...

A memory of my five year old self exists, sitting in my mother’s giant eggshell yellow Pontiac station wagon on the way home one day from...

Five years ago I underwent the knife, in a sense electively, because I wanted to live. I didn’t get to choose the time or the place, or...

Warning: The below story contains a few lines that may not paint a pretty picture. but hey, is life always pretty? On Christmas eve, I...

Often times society assumes that to have survived something means that you have come out the other end stronger, more...

It has been three years to the day that I had a liver transplant. This day will forever be imbued with meaning for me, and around this...

The transition time between spending her last days in her body, and the five days prior to being cremated were filled with the memories...

Lately I’ve been thinking about the idea that we are all, fundamentally, actually ok. This may be a no-brainer for you who are reading...

After six months, I seemed to hit an emotional wall, which felt like the smallest tasks were unachievable due to enormous anger, fear and...

There are small challenges and big challenges, but in essence, the only thing defining what is small and what is big is our perception,...

Dear God, It’s hard to believe this is the first official letter I have ever written to you. I’m sorry it took me so long to pen one...