My new long haul is now the one where I carry groceries up the stairs.
I find that my passions individually each had or still have their own purpose in my life, and often that purpose has nothing or little to do with how I pay my rent.
“This is the front row ticket I didn’t ask to buy,” my classmate shared with me on a private video chat.
For some of us, this means knowing how to quiet the flames, and for others, this means finally lighting a flame where there never had been.
Healing may be elusive in response to force, and healing may catch you off-guard when gently invited.
Photo credit: Hannah Caterino How we view the world, and how we view ourselves, are critical to how we move and who we are. These perspectives—both out-ward and self-reflective—are our windows. Lately, I let the windows in my new home—the physical, literal...
Many of you might already be tired of acknowledging the positives and negatives of 2020. Here’s my question for you: what was your one measurable gift as a result?
Julie Rae was my roommate (by chance) from 1996 to 1998. The world lost her, we lost her, in 2001 to cancer. Julie is especially still with me during these times of uncertainty because of how she lived.
Human nature and basic brain function want to simplify complex circumstances that ask us to make choices. The problem is thorny and detailed enough—can’t the solution be simple? I want simple.
The seed for my question was actually planted in 2003 in Vermont, when my first assignment as a student-teacher was to teach the novel The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. I took great responsibility in teaching what felt like a racist book.