December 26, 2021
In the midst of winter I found there was within me an invincible summer. No matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me there’s […]
December 20, 2020
What this poem means to me is…a time to slow down, to rest, to reflect. Monday is the shortest day of 2020. And for some this […]
September 20, 2020
I’m deeply logical, and whether you attribute it to Persian fables, this too shall pass or Buddhist doctrine, we can always rely on things changing. So […]
March 22, 2020
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all. -Emily Dickinson
April 8, 2018
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You […]