Writing

Dr. Matt

I needed to write, to express myself through written language not only so that others might hear me but so that I could hear myself ― Gabor Mate

Mateo Zytkoskee

Aug 2, 20223 min read

Extras

I’ve developed an odd habit lately—though, who knows, maybe you do it too. I watch the extras in shows and movies. As in, the actor whose...

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Jun 28, 20222 min read

Echoes

Up at 7am on a Sat morning. For no reason. After a 2am night. Echoes of the world bouncing around my brain. 24-hours earlier, my wife is...

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Mateo Zytkoskee

May 10, 20225 min read

Playing Doctor

It occurs to me in this moment what has changed, why the kids’ version of playing doctor is no longer driving me into the garage to cry alon

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Mateo Zytkoskee

May 10, 20222 min read

Surviving Cancer

The truth is also that I am deeply wounded and, I’ve come to see, will always be. Always. The question is, what am I going to do with these

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Mateo Zytkoskee

May 10, 20223 min read

The Wishing Game

When I can get out of the wishing game, I recognize that life is in session. Now. That contentment is a daily practice

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Mateo Zytkoskee

May 10, 20223 min read

Channeling Love

There is something magical I do from time to time I think of as “channeling love.” It’s never planned and, the truth is

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Apr 19, 20224 min read

Moment of Surrender

When I come to, my wrists and legs are Velcro'd to a hospital bed in Spain. Tubes run out of various parts of my body and it takes me a...

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Mar 15, 20212 min read

My Insides vs. Ur Outsides

A few days a week, I rush home from dropping the kids off at school so I can attend an online morning meditation group. This morning I...

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Mar 2, 20213 min read

On Online Communication

I was texting with an old friend the other day, when, out of the blue, he wrote: “I hate this texting bullshit. Why don’t you give me a...

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Feb 19, 20213 min read

Super Family

I wake up before my alarm, an unwelcome event, and check my email. I have a message from a former medical student with the good news that...

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Feb 17, 20212 min read

Pie Jesu

My kids and I play a game where I put on a song and they guess the genre—I think of it as “Music 101 for youngsters.” Last night, while...

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Jan 27, 20212 min read

Kohl's: A Rant

The actual cost at Kohl’s is not straight forward. It’s like a fish market in Dubai—you either know how it works or prepared to get . . .

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Dec 31, 20201 min read

Downward Spiral - A Coffee Tale

I’m deep in the addiction now. I know it.

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Dec 26, 20204 min read

Trial of the Century

. . . maybe a raccoon came in the house and did it. Yeah, I bet a raccoon did it!”

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Nov 21, 20202 min read

Who's More Serene Darn it!?

By the time dinner’s done, the day has caught up to me, and all I want is to be consumed by the couch and TV. However, my six-year-old...

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Oct 23, 20202 min read

Writing New Songs

My six-year old daughter Arya hands me a sheet of paper with lyrics carefully penned in her large print. “I wrote a song," she informs...

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Sep 8, 20202 min read

Further Up the Road

I decide to be armed with empathy and fierce with kindness. No easy task.

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Jul 30, 20202 min read

Hand Holds

I want to climb the natural art like a child on a jungle gym. But, when I do exactly that, a hand-hold crumbles, and I gash my leg on the sl

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Jul 17, 20204 min read

“Invisible” McKinleyville, CA, 2005

“Well, welcome to the block Matt. I’m Chris. This is my house and these guys are my mooches. Wanna beer?”

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Mateo Zytkoskee

Jul 7, 20205 min read

The Whale Heist

As we motor across the choppy Alaskan water on our way to Clark’s point to shower, my dog Roy neurotically bites at the icy cold spray...

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