Sometimes we numb what we cannot name...

On the vital importance of nourishing and naming our needs

To admit you needed something. In the world of my growing up, it was considered weak or inconsiderate. Usually both.

But figuring something out. Making it work. Powering through. Adjusting yourself into the shape of the hour, this was what real strength looked like.

At least, this is the message I got that some days I’m still untangling. It was passed do…