I’ve been getting a lot of responses to my latest blog for Contemplative Journal, The Virtue of Vice. “As much as I craved order, boundaries, and moderation, I deeply needed abandon, too—a chink in my character to let off steam, a wicked outlet to spice things up,” I write in the piece. “Without room for transgression, the days grew overly predictable, stupefied by their own too-goodness, like a row of tight-lipped ladies nodding off in church.”   http://contemplativejournal.com/2016/08/virtue-vice/