I was raped by a professor of mine. I don’t know how to write about it in a way that’s helpful to me and to others. Saying what happened without overwhelming shame and pain took me a decade. When life blows you off course, take what you have and what you want in your heart,… Read More: Rape »
Hi friends, This week I am making up for missed writing time from last week. Can you tell? What activity has made your whole body humming lately? A friend recently said that something is ready to be born within me. I don’t know what. I will let you know when it is here. If you… Read More: Conversations from Yesterday »
Last week was the 2nd week of February, the shortest month of the year. On Sunday, I went to yoga and aerial. The yoga room was warm. The aerial room was cold. I stepped out in the middle of aerial class to add layers. My fingers and feet were cold. They are always cold, a… Read More: Things I remembered from Last Week »
Hi friends, Happy Valentine’s day. I send you love in the form of a billet-doux. If you love someone, why not tell them that? Love, Love, Love, X.Y.Zheng Letter No. 23 J, The deeds are done. I signed the contract. Sitting at the coffee house on campus, I am watching youth evaporate around me: faces… Read More: Letter No. 23 »
Hi friends, It is letter time of this week. A new month has started. Spring will not be far. Hold on. X.Y.Zheng Letter No. 22 J, I woke up with a head cold and a sore throat. The winter wind got to me. On my way to coffee with Craig, I saw a young couple… Read More: Letter No. 22 »
I thought about the idea of a writing voice. I thought about the benefit of having one. It is like a brand, or can be treated as such. People know what they are expecting when they think of you. There is some psychological safety involved. You and your voice become associated with a group of… Read More: When She Writes »
I have a friend. When I write to him, in any format, my words would land in my body and return me to my heart. I feel the warmth of sea water, supporting me. The ease of our exchange feels generous and nourishing. I make mistakes. And he forgives me. He makes mistakes. And I… Read More: Gift of Presence »