Reflecting on mortality in our current time of pandemic loss.
When I feel repeatedly slammed into my body by life on Planet Earth, I am reminded that I need Poetry.
Love is a life-giving, life-nurturing, life-sustaining force that comes from the heart.
My most powerful response is how I choose to live.
“Reading this radical little book was the best I could conjure as my subtle act of contrarianism.”
“He was just waiting for the opportunity to lead me fully into his world.”
Why wait for desperation? Every moment is a chance to take a new path.
He tried to stop, wanted to stop, but his momentum was too powerful.
Men, we need to create a space where women are able to share their thoughts without interruption.
When does true learning begin?
Letters invite both writer and recipient the chance to slow down and connect in a more permanent way.
Between errors of omission and commission, the mistakes that scare me most are the ones that are invisible to me.
Where do people find the audacity to celebrate in the face of violence?
Although I had hoped for a little more downtime, I did not expect a summer of seclusion.
You can cultivate a practical vulnerability that has depth.
Whatever world we inherited, it doesn’t matter anymore.