Catfishing for Kindness

It’s hard to say how this came about. I was 12, and we lived in Beverly Hills in what turned out to be the grandest, most luxurious house of my childhood. What’s weird is, I didn’t want anyone to know it. For instance, when I got bored, it was never my habit to call my friends. I wanted engagement with others, but not others that I knew or that knew me. I craved the anonymity that made room for Anything to Happen.

Writer. Yoga teacher. Musician. Buddhist. Quilter. Animal lover. Visible grownup. Hidden child. Secret dancer when all alone. Makes good bread.