How Do I Love Thee By Z Zoccolante Let me count the ways. . . What are you missing? he asked me, as he massages my back? Or rather do you feel as though you’re missing something? The answer pools in, immediate and fresh, a knowing, like something that was knitted into my bones and sinew. Ever since I was little, I tell him, I’ve written stories about a best friend. A boy. My best friend. And we’d adventure...
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When Boundaries Feel Selfish or Mean By Z Zoccolante Boundaries are a word that’s thrown around a lot in adulthood. For some of us, the concept of giving to others is something we were taught to do, even to the point of over giving ourselves. One of the most important phrases I learned in my late 20’s was: “Just because I can do something it doesn’t mean that I should.” For example, just because I can...
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Letting Go of the Flash Flood By Z Zoccolante There are days when memories burst through my brain like a flash flood without warning, swooping in to rewind time and wash me up on the shores of things I’ve forgotten. They come at the strangest of times, when I’m five feet in the air on an aerial silk and. Flash flood. I’m entering our house on a Saturday afternoon over five years in the past. I can feel the sun glowing...
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A Place to Call Home By Z Zoccolante This weekend I took a trip to the Grand Canyon. It was my first time there. Because I grew up in Hawaii, I’ve done more international travel than the in the United States. One of my French friends who lived in LA for six months saw more in that time than in the eight years I’d lived here full time. I think some of it is that I get comfortable and lazy. I’m reminded of how I use TV to...
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You “Should” be Over This Already By Z Zoccolante This weekend I went to a Kundalini Yoga class with a friend. The room is dim as we walk in a few seconds late and pull our mats to the empty space in the room. We lie down as the teacher’s soothing voice drifts into my consciousness like a lullaby. It takes me only a few minutes before the tears start, and they don’t stop until they turn the lights up again. It’s not the...
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The Moment God Shows Up by Z Zoccolante This week I am reminded with intensity how vital it is to process our emotions. As we get older life throws more at us. The thing I once thought was the worst thing of my life (my eating disorder), paled in the pain of my divorce. And maybe there will be something more in the future. Something else to bear. In the Bible, it says that God will never give us more than we can...
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