It’s July 4, 2020. I’m in my office, celebrating with work that I love. I feel the weight of a country opening its…
“Elijah” was written B.C.P. (before the coronavirus pandemic). Its call-to-action was to fill “empty” spaces with human connection and gathering, ideas and possibilities. As…
I have this silver ring, which I love. It was a gift, made by the giver, a talented artist.* It’s not a complete, or…
Why do we think we need to be perfect? Logically, we all know that perfection isn’t possible and yet we’re still really hard on…
I was once a Dorothy– lost and naive in a strange land with a tiny pet cat and the clothes on my back. I…