The other week at art we were talking about the importance of writing when we are up as much as when we are down. Letters from a past self who can remind us of what was good when things seem low. The opportunity to look back and survey our lives through our journals…
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A few nights ago, I was at a beautiful dinner with some of the loveliest people. One of them said something that while ordinarily would have certainly made me sad or worried, on this night brought tears to my eyes. I blinked rapidly for a minute, but couldn’t hold it. I had to excuse myself…
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On Mother’s Day, the kids and I have a tradition: we go on a hike by the river. I wish we did it every Sunday. But our weekends are so completely hyper-scheduled with games and practices and obligations. I spend more time sitting on the sidelines with people I barely know who happen to have…
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