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On January 1st, 2019 I was lost. But something unusual happened...the more I let go and lost things I’d been holding onto, the more I lost other things that were holding me back from lifelong dreams.

Coming back from near-death was a gracious endeavor, but it was also deeply heartbreaking.

My near-death experience taught me not to fear those final moments.

As I’m nearing the end of my 30s, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about how ridiculously fortunate I am to have learned from some of our generation’s greatest minds.

The vet gave us a checklist. It was a simple piece of paper with boxes next to words like “Loss of appetite” and “Uninterested in things that used to bring joy”.

I used to ride the San Francisco city bus (Muni) to work many years ago. One day, something happened that has stayed in my mind ever since.

I’m just going to come out and say it — If your daughter is “popular” you probably aren’t doing your job well.

They wanted me to learn the “right” way. Half notes and full notes. Metronomes and clefs.

It’s 1986. A seven year old girl in a small town sits in front of the television set, mesmerized by Reading Rainbow.

I was a writer even as a young girl, and at the age of 13 the book I most wanted to write, one day, was about divorce.