Where are you hiding?
I heard Seth Godin talk about the idea of “hiding”. When we can’t choose which path to take. It means we’re hiding. Plain and simple. Like a kid playing a…
I heard Seth Godin talk about the idea of “hiding”. When we can’t choose which path to take. It means we’re hiding. Plain and simple. Like a kid playing a…
*NB: Both photos above were taken by my friend during a fab day in New York City. Thanks, sweetie!
We all have one phrase. At least one. A line we know deserves to be on a t-shirt. For people to walk about town in. People passing by in the…
Expected: Seeing this on display at the Cloisters (a branch of the Metropolitan Museum of Art focused on the art and architecture of medieval Europe). Centuries old. Unexpected: Days later……
Red apples hang frozen in a stick-dry, snow-dusty network of branches, against lamb’s wool and pastelblue of sky, a crooked woodenness, a wizzening red. – Margaret Avison, Sunblue (23, 1-5)
Fair warning: a little intense and deepy-deep for your Friday. But this is my wish for someone I love deeply… You coddle your pain like a newborn. You nurture him.…
I heard Barbara Marx Hubbard recount the time she once invited Maslow to coffee. She sought to learn more about the field of psychology and wanted to surround herself with…
“There’s never too much clapping, Bubba.” We stood at the National Arts Centre in a standing ovation following the performance of the Messiah. By the third standing ovation, my hands…
A few years ago, I called to speak with my aunt in the hospital. She was ill and knew she was dying. I was living in Manhattan at the time…