Love Letter to the Tenderloin ©2025 Karla Johnston,  InnerConstellation.com March 15, 2025 We step onto the San Francisco streets, our b...

Sometimes my work takes me into correctional spaces. Last week I worked at Folsom Prison. I'm still digesting the eye-opening experience...

This week, I visited the Juvenile Treatment Center for work. As I waited for the security screening, I noticed a woman looking tense. She pi...

I sit at my kitchen table in the hour before sunset, watching the day’s rain-sleet mix turn to snow. Flakes fall in every direction, pushed ...

In this season of giving, I’m aware more strongly than ever, of giving’s counterpoint ~~ receiving. When we’re expressing love and care to a...

This weekend, I had the good fortune of working alongside a most compassionate nurse in the ICU where I work as an American Sign Language Me...

I'm sitting at my writing table window, watching the wind whip clean the Pine branches. Dead, brown pine straw lets go of the trees and ...