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Weddings invite you to celebrate the love of those getting married. But, as I realized recently at my friend Orlando’s wedding, they also stir up deep and complex feelings of love in all the witnesses….
The Beatles changed my life. Sixty years after I saw them perform in Chicago, I went to see Paul. Waiting for him to come onstage was deliciously excruciating….
When someone tells me something that I don’t quite understand, I can secretly harbor my own opinions about it until they fester and can turn into a weird version of what was actually meant. A personal story…
Something magical happens when we actually write a story that’s long been bubbling inside us. It starts to reveal a meaning we hadn’t even imagined. If you’ve been wanting to write your story, this program is for you.
The little routines of daily life can, if I look at them a certain way, become ceremonies. Like going out to the woodpile and feeding my little wood-burning stove…
Beauty’s reputation has suffered in recent years. Admitting that you believe beauty is worth paying attention to implies that you probably aren’t paying attention to important things like the local food movement or films by Iranian women.” And yet, beauty seduces….
As we age, we have the opportunity to determine in a powerful new way who we are, what it’s time to let go of… and what we REALLY want to embrace.
They say the watched pot never boils. But it does. And every moon rises more than once if you pay attention.
My new lawn mower is difficult to back up, and that’s a problem when I’m mowing under bushes. I’m trying to learn patience from this mechanical necessity of pausing.
My husband made me a Valentine every year for 40 years. I have been making them for him for 44 years.
Some of my friends have told me that the manifestations and prognoses of climate change are so distressing that they’ve stopped watching and listening to the news.
I’ve been thinking about transitions ever since I stepped down as the executive director of Radical Joy for Hard TImes…