Becoming a Noticer
I have been so fortified by the stories being shared on our 40 Days of Generosity WhatsApp thread that some of you joined. As we have gone through our days [...]
Narrowing my Aperture
Thank you to the 20 folks who’ve joined the seasonal “40 Days of Generosity” thread that I invited newsletter readers to last week. It’s wonderfully intimate and I find myself going through my days a little differently—how can [...]
Forty Days of Generosity
I’m going to be doing a little experiment. At the end of this newsletter, there’s an invitation to join me. Since returning from Liberia, I’ve been thinking so much about the healing power of generosity. Generosity [...]
Doing for One what we Want to Do for All
Since coming home from Liberia and my visit to The Hope Project, I’ve had contradictory feelings living in me—sadness for a world that leaves people behind (our own country is [...]
Drawing with Liberian Fourth Graders
Hello friends! I’m back from my big trip to Liberia, and excited to share some stories with you over the next few weeks. 23 of you donated money for art [...]
A Longing is its Own Pleasure
I am in a season of longing. At 51, with my children in college and beginning post-college life, everything that seemed off-limits to me the last 20 years is rising [...]
Caring and Not Caring
Happy New Year, friends! So many of you responded to my invitation to contribute to art supplies for my trip to Liberia, visiting The Hope Project’s school. Over $1000! I [...]
Help me Spread the Joy of Creativity
Next month, I’m going to Liberia! I have never been to Africa, and it’s been decades since I’ve gone on any kind of trip that could be considered humanitarian or [...]
Mature People Show Up
I would never call myself a patient or persistent person. I’m forever in search of the epiphany, the dramatic transformation, the a-ha. But this week, reading Norman Fischer’s book “Taking [...]
Grateful for my Non Toothache
20 years ago, I used to watch Oprah when I folded laundry at the end of the day. The 9:00 rerun was my time. The house was finally quiet, dinner [...]