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Sunday Rs Vol. 59 | Gratitude
A month that began with heaviness ended with an experience I'll always treasure. On gratitude, first times, and the one email that started it all.
Sunday Rs Vol. 59 | Gratitude
A month that began with heaviness ended with an experience I'll always treasure. On gratitude, first times, and the one email that started it all.
Desire, Elegance and Softness: What I Wrote in ...
A grown woman deserves to be written fully and without apology.
Desire, Elegance and Softness: What I Wrote in ...
A grown woman deserves to be written fully and without apology.
My Unexpected Inspiration from the Poetry Library
A scouting trip to the National Poetry Library turned into something personal: on finding my thread among all that poetry, why Heart is Home made Webs, Love & Fireworks possible,...
My Unexpected Inspiration from the Poetry Library
A scouting trip to the National Poetry Library turned into something personal: on finding my thread among all that poetry, why Heart is Home made Webs, Love & Fireworks possible,...
Joy Comes in the Morning: Music, Memory & Resil...
A familiar Céline Dion song drifting through a morning in Jamaica, and the Joy Comes in the Morning mug sitting beside me, took me back almost thirty years—to Jersey City,...
Joy Comes in the Morning: Music, Memory & Resil...
A familiar Céline Dion song drifting through a morning in Jamaica, and the Joy Comes in the Morning mug sitting beside me, took me back almost thirty years—to Jersey City,...
The Blessings of Opening the Door for Someone E...
One open door. One young man welcomed into my home. Decades later, I am relaxing and writing from his lakefront property, reflecting on what that seemingly ordinary act became. A...
The Blessings of Opening the Door for Someone E...
One open door. One young man welcomed into my home. Decades later, I am relaxing and writing from his lakefront property, reflecting on what that seemingly ordinary act became. A...
What If Restoration Does Not Look the Way You T...
We are taught to picture restoration as silence, empty schedules, and quiet solitude. But sometimes it arrives as cold spring water, 4 AM laughter, a table full of family, and...
What If Restoration Does Not Look the Way You T...
We are taught to picture restoration as silence, empty schedules, and quiet solitude. But sometimes it arrives as cold spring water, 4 AM laughter, a table full of family, and...