Kyra Anderson

After loading the car with groceries in the Trader Joe’s parking lot the other day, I pushed the empty cart to the curb and left it there. 90% of the time (okay, maybe 82?), I return the cart but I was in a rush and […]

Yesterday I saw The Biggest Little Farm, a documentary about a couple who bought 200 acres of land an hour north of Los Angeles to fulfill their dream of creating and running a farm the old fashioned way. The soil was dead. They had no […]

Safety comes from facing our terror. Hey you. Yes, you. Come-ear. Put that down. It can wait. It can. I promise. I know I know. It feels very PRESSING, ALL-CONSUMING, a requirement for getting to the other stuff, a pre-requisite to attain that clear, strong, […]

Someone unsubscribed from my newsletter last week. Didn’t like the content, I imagine. Okay. I’d like to say I didn’t spend one moment thinking about it, but I did. I thought, huh, maybe I shouldn’t have posted that naked picture? Maybe I shouldn’t have talked […]

Do you ever have a dream that is so obvious, when you wake up, you almost laugh? Last night in my dream, I’m standing in front of a room, ready to do something daring. There are masks and fabric and other supplies on the floor. […]

Can I be real with you guys? I mean super f’ing real? If I were to die today, I would be soooo disappointed and not for the obvie reason that being not alive is 🙁 but because I haven’t done what I wanted to do […]

I love the movie, Harvey. Have you seen it? If not, you’re in for a treat, especially if you’re a Jimmy Stewart fan, like me. In it, he plays a guy named Elwood P. Dowd who is friends with a 6 foot-tall rabbit named Harvey who no one, […]