A place to Love and be Loved
Feeding your cat, your dog, your kids, or any living creature who depends on you for food. Showing up at your job so you can earn a living. Caring for elderly parents or challenging aunts. Being on time. Suiting up and showing up for your team. Helping your brother stay off the streets. Attending funerals,… Continue Reading →
Think about the most extremely oppositional viewpoint to yours on, say…heterosexuality, polyandry, the right to bear arms, corporate tax shelters, global warming, co-sleeping with your kids, breeding dogs, stem cell research, abortion rights. While you’re at it, you may as well consider Third World debt relief and wearing white past Labor Day. Imagine the Idiot… Continue Reading →
Just about to turn thirty, I was given a rare opportunity to have a private audience with His Holiness The Dalai Lama. “Hey kid,” my boss said on the other end of the phone, “I think I’ve got us a meeting with the Dalai Lama … at his place in India. You in?” I had… Continue Reading →
Veronica Danielle LaPorte. That’s my full name. I’ve always been called Danielle, because apparently my mother couldn’t bear the thought of someone shouting out “Hey Vickeeey!” to me. In high school, while obsessed with Lynda Evans’ shoulder pads in Dynasty, I considered changing my name to something more swellegant like, Victoria DuBonnet. Glad that phase… Continue Reading →
I relish a good organizational system (love getting stuff done) as much as creative freedom. The answer for me (and maybe for you) is structured flow. FLOW BABY, FLOW. 1. Positive procrastination… all timing is divine … all of it. I’m not a procrastinator, by any stretch. But my habit of “holding off” on certain… Continue Reading →
If you’re reading this, the highest probability is that you are living in the western world, above the poverty line, in a democratic environment. Your heart may be broken, you may not have enough money to get to the end of the week, you may be fighting for your life. But by many accounts –… Continue Reading →
I was at an event that kicked off with a group meditation. (Before I tell you how it went down, allow me to say that I think you should approach all meditations guided by strangers with caution. I’ve been to many a gathering where someone wants to lead us down the golden path – and… Continue Reading →
“Give until it hurts.” – The Dalai Lama Once upon a time, I was a Perfume Girl. You know those chicks who stand in the cosmetic section of department stores, all dressed up and smiley, asking if you’d like a spritz of the latest sniffy le fou fou? That was me. In heels and shoulder… Continue Reading →
or: how to use your psychic powers on mice and men I was working for an organization in New Mexico. Our office was an old compound of adobe buildings, off a bumpy side road, by a field. One summer, we were overrun with mice. We couldn’t do traps. Cruel. Messy. Yuck. The humane traps (Mister… Continue Reading →
“So we were getting it on, like, fully, when I realized that he was … wearing his socks,” my girlfriend recounted to me. We gave each other a united ewwww grimace. “And that was it. I knew I was done.” She left him because he left on his socks. And she told him that. I… Continue Reading →
Girlfriend, I adore you. Like, insanely, madly, infinitely, priceless diamond, cosmic shiny adore you. It’s crazy how much I adore you. You told me to dump the chump. I cut my bangs way too short before a job interview. You told me to wear a low cut blouse to distract from the nasty haircut. I… Continue Reading →
Tummy trembles. Brain fuzz. That discombobulating feeling that you’re not quite sure what you should be doing but you should be something to keep your act together. Anxiety. Sometimes it slips away with a few deep breaths, other times you need to beat it off with a stick or some little white pills. Naturally, we… Continue Reading →
