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The Quiet Perfection of Now

The Quiet Perfection of Now

Winter smacked me in the face as I bore on against the wind toward my children’s school. Every day it was the same—a mad dash from my driveway to the schoolyard to collect two bright-eyed whirling dervishes with questions and stories and hungry bellies. I would...
Who She Was

Who She Was

“I was a writer too, you know,” she said over the phone after asking me about my idea for a novel. This didn’t surprise me. My grandmother was thoughtful, intelligent, intuitive, and empathetic—all cornerstones of a great writer. And immediately, my...
Stand Up with Love

Stand Up with Love

“We know better now. We won’t be going to you anymore. It’s time to go over your head and straight to the source. This way, our questions are actually answered. This way, we won’t be manipulated.” This is the reply I almost typed to a...