Synchronicity
Long ago, I gave a boy a greenfinch. That moment followed me in ways I’m still puzzling over
by Katia Ariel
Stories of change
Insightful and poetic first-person accounts of turning points and transformations
Jaywalking man
Even before I got hit, I’d come to find unexpected bliss in waiting at street corners
by Lawrence Everett Forbes
The lost art of making a petroglyph
Inspired by 6,000-year-old rock art in Norway, I decided to create a new carving closer to home
by Rémy Noë
Alone with a she-wolf
Time slowed and adrenaline kicked in. The creature studied me, just another element in nature
by Melanie McGrath
A detour home, through Portuguese
Losing my mother tongue was painful and humiliating. Could learning a new language help me heal?
by Frances Nguyen
In the hole
A metaphor for depression became a catalyst, and I started to reinvent my approach to suffering
by Tasha Eichenseher
Scarred
The highway I’d helped build stretched before me. For the first time, I saw clearly what we had done
by JShawn Guess
Gun world
Is it possible to feel grief and survivor’s guilt after a mass shooting that didn’t occur?
by Jess Keefe
Sweetness and light
After years of subsisting on protein bars and iceberg lettuce, berry-picking brought me home to my body
by Jamie Cattanach
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Lab at the edge of the world
When my daughter was bullied, I decided to homeschool her. A chain reaction ensued
by Lea Page
Discarded
The end of a friendship cracked me apart, triggering hidden memories – and helping me heal old wounds
by Antonia Malchik
A sister who wasn’t ours
We were her foster family for two and a half years. We had no claim to her, but she became part of us
by Kelsey Day
Love, shame and 325 bags of trash
In my mother’s hoarding house, I found something I wanted to keep
by Deborah Derrickson Kossmann
In the hole
A metaphor for depression became a catalyst, and I started to reinvent my approach to suffering
by Tasha Eichenseher
Confessions of a teenage fundamentalist
My world was dark and scary. But beautiful things crept in, and threats of hell just couldn’t compete
by Liz Boltz Ranfeld
A life-saving boredom
For years, I sought to escape my own mind. Once I became fascinated by it, getting high lost its allure
by Rafael Frumkin
Exposure
Wracked with unknown fear, I’d never been able to sleep through the night. Then I went scuba diving
by Lindsay Lee Wallace
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When my daughter was bullied, I decided to homeschool her. A chain reaction ensued
by Lea Page
Discarded
The end of a friendship cracked me apart, triggering hidden memories – and helping me heal old wounds
by Antonia Malchik
A sister who wasn’t ours
We were her foster family for two and a half years. We had no claim to her, but she became part of us
by Kelsey Day
Dangerous things
Like the red-eyed tree frog tadpoles, my son and I fell into a new beginning
by Heather Swan
A sister who wasn’t ours
We were her foster family for two and a half years. We had no claim to her, but she became part of us
by Kelsey Day
The last blackout
Getting sober meant facing myself without the fog, and finding new ways to be gentle inside
by Michael Thomas Kincella
Feral knowledge
I wrote a book about dogs as pets. But I truly understood them only after I was bitten by a street dog
by Margret Grebowicz
Lab at the edge of the world
When my daughter was bullied, I decided to homeschool her. A chain reaction ensued
by Lea Page
Confessions of a teenage fundamentalist
My world was dark and scary. But beautiful things crept in, and threats of hell just couldn’t compete
by Liz Boltz Ranfeld
How I became a psychoanalyst by losing my keys
What are we really doing when we sit in a room with our patients and exchange some words?
by Jordan Osserman
Through Zuri’s eyes
She was a young gorilla, sitting alone in the Calgary Zoo. Once our eyes locked, I was in for a life-long connection
by Keriann McGoogan