Lesson #3 of Nervous Breakdowns: Ignore your sick child.

I was born under a new moon and during a partial solar eclipse. The light and I have been in conversation my entire life. And we have many more things to discuss.

The first day of my freshman year of high school, I almost vomited because I’d heard about Freshmen Kill Day and was certain I’d come home with boogers in my hair.

But the true gift of my garden isn’t the food but the moments when I connect my loss or my win with the way the world works— experiencing the macrocosm in the microcosm.

When I found myself choking back sobs as Wilson the volleyball floated away on screen, I knew it was time.

This place. It forces me to breathe. In my little sea level life I take sips of air, just enough to move forward, get me to my next target. But not this place.

Please reach out to one person in your life this holiday season who is a total pain in the ass.

In all of my excitement and anticipation at sharing the magic of a night under the stars dancing amidst hundreds of ecstatic people I lost sight of one key factor: my 12 year old can’t do concerts.