As a little girl, I relished stories – picture books and piles of novels, my grandparents’ tales around the table. I knew then, as now, that stories are one of life’s most profound ways to understand love, grab hold of deeper truths and recognize our common ground.
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Horse chestnut trees are considered a nuisance. Ask anyone who's had one, and they can tell you why. Tell all about the seasons of fallen leaves, spike balls (conkers), sticky pollen pods and flowers smelling of slightly distant poopy diapers. Many of you have heard...read more
Thinking about the changes of middle age and the demands of a good life and a desire for energy to keep pressing to the center of things. Originally published February 6, 2014. She pushes past coats in the wardrobe, like Lucy seeking light from the lamp post that...read more
One would be wise to notice the breath catch of spring not because it is revolutionary in the way of something never seen or thought before, but because it is the same as last March and the one before, what grace One would be wise to apply spring's wisdom to her own...read more