I feel like a butterfly that is figuring out how the heck to get untangled from its cocoon. It’s a little awkward.
Not everyone is so lucky that have a mom in heaven who sends them prank YouTube videos.
Is it me, or does the world feel a little bit chaotic lately? Pretty sure that this week we moved up a notch from You Gotta be Kidding Me to This is Getting Pretty Bonkers.
At some point this past year I decided I wanted my life to be about pursuit of joy rather than reduction of suffering. And to paraphrase Frost, it has made all the difference.
I’d like to think that the truck full of young males headed to a landscaping job, sitting idle next to me at a stoplight, were cracking up at my dance moves because they were wowed by them and impressed by this forty-something’s swagger. But I’m pretty sure they thought I looked like Elaine from Seinfeld.… Continue reading She’s got the moves like Jagger (or maybe not . . .)
This past week I was finding myself teetering between shutting down ("I'm going to ignore Facebook right now") and also automatically writing the story's ending. ("This is Nazi, Germany. This escalates from here. Next comes the [insert parade of horrors]"). But then I realized that when my mind creates that ending, that is the ending we get. So I decided to choose a different ending. This story will end with love of millions raising voices and declaring, we demand ferocious, expansive love that protects, lifts, reunites and heals.
For every card sent by a child $5 will be raised for immigrant legal aid.
Wanted: people willing to shine light into darkness.
Here's my idea: I give away five postcards featuring my art and in return you use them to advocate for the end of the horrific child-separation policy.
Yo ho ho! Happy Father’s Day!