I was once a cat hater. But love can do miraculous things.
For me, it has been flowers that have caught my eye and given me pause from the world’s painful stories this summer.
Minneapolis in the wake of George Floyd’s killing.
If you are skittish about the topic of death, then stop reading this post right now. Or better yet, don’t.
A summer hailstorm kicked up yesterday afternoon, coming on with unexpected ferocity. As I watched the storm, the tragedy at Emanuel AME Church earlier this month came to mind.
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince The first… Read More
Every song has a story. But sometimes you don’t know the full story until the song itself shows you. Even if you wrote the song yourself. Long plagued by stage fright when it comes to singing, I was… Read More
It’s never too late to start; it’s never too early to begin. One of my closest friends is living with terminal cancer. I selected the verb very consciously here, and “living” is exactly what I mean. As we… Read More