A Thanksgiving story: Being given the gift of food at the moment of my greatest need taught me how the hand of God is at the end of our arms.
My friend’s honesty was a larger gift than her empathy, reminding me to view the world with eyes of gratitude.
Elections: heaven, hell and indifference. Imagine voting based on the merits, platform, and suitability of a candidate rather than their ability to highlight the deficiencies and past errors of their opponents?
Normally, I am called Luck Butt because of the good luck that surrounds me. This spring, however, is anything but normal.
How often do we see only a fraction of the beauty that others offer so freely? Bias, habit and judgment keep us locked into a single viewpoint, unable to hang on to the eyes wide-open perspective.
I’m glad I found myself at RB Russell High School for our Transformative Writing class this week. I made a new friend with an amazing haircut and learned about a whole world of writing I never knew existed.