Another big birthday today!
My youngest baby, Life is a Verb, is one year old today! Above you'll find a most beautiful video that a man in Sweden sent to me on the day a year ago when the book was officially birthed out into the world, a video that touches me deeply still. …
poetry wednesday.
My thanks to Tony Stowers for pointing me to a powerful piece of writing, I am for the woods against the world, in which the poem below was included. "And so another day begins and the world turns and all of us do more or less what we did yesterday …
Happy birthday, Mama.
“And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see—or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.” – Alice Walker Happy birthday, Mama.
Let people live in your heart.
A woman named Virginia Pulver is one of my Facebook friends. Yesterday, she posted a video on Facebook that has stopped me in my tracks, it is so beautiful and moving. It was the first of five parts, I would soon discover, telling the story of the remarkable classroom of …
Choosing Thomas.
"You turned my world upside down, you did." – T.K. Laux, father of Thomas Over a year ago, I was doing some work in Washington, D.C., and checked my email one night to find a message from someone named Lee Hancock. "Damn girl, you write good," she wrote. Those five …
What a beautiful mess this is.
What a beautiful mess this is… It's like we're taking a guess when the only answer is yes. It's like we're picking up trash in dresses. Here we are. We're still here. Oh, what a beautiful mess this is. On this day, please remember the anniversary of hurricane Katrina. It's …
It takes some silence to make sound.
Oh, yes. It takes two floors to make a story. It takes some silence to make sound. It takes a thought to make a word. It takes some words to make an action. Life is wonderful. Yes. Many thanks to Leela Neeladevi for pointing me to this. Take a moment. …
poetry wednesday.
The Dead The dead are always looking down on us, they say, while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich, they are looking down through the glass bottom boats of heaven as they row themselves slowly through eternity. They watch the tops of our heads moving below …
