Every Time I Look in the Mirror

Mom, I see you every time I look in the mirror. In my twenties and thirties, I might not have appreciated the similarities as much as I do now. When I’m walking past a car window or hallway mirror, I catch a fleeting image of my face. It startles me, because I...

Worthiness, the Art of Becoming Empty

Do you ever have a day where you struggle to feel fulfilled? I do, and it’s maddening. I should know better, and yet, there it is again–the self-disappointment, the frustration, the loathing at my own unimportance. Why is my self-worth continually bound up...