Bird by bird. This is the advice given by Anne Lamott, one of my absolute favorite writers, in her book of the same name. She tells the story of her brother, struggling to finish a school report on birds. He was surrounded by papers and chaos, tears brimming in his…
Last week, I wrote about smashing windows. I wrote about Comparisons and Not-Enoughs and Gotta-Haves. I wrote about wasted time and energy. I wrote about not seeing what is Real and True, about keeping myself from feeling Joy. I wrote about losing sight of what really matters. I wrote about…
“What do you think? Should I post this?” I asked a friend a few weeks ago. I had been conflicted and uncertain about a very personal post, doubting whether and how to write the article. Those simple questions started an avalanche of similar doubts and questions and, before long, self-doubt…
“A good book is an education of the heart. It enlarges your sense of human possibility what human nature is of what happens in the world. It’s a creator of inwardness.” — Susan Sontag I’ve always been a book nut. It’s an addiction, really. Here are a few of the…
As I have written before, I am not a patient person. It takes a lot of practice, a lot of trying and failing and trying again, a lot of pep talks and prayer to remind myself to slow down, to not be in such a rush, to be patient with…
Overwhelmed. That is the only word that can be used to describe today. Overwhelmed with the amount of work projects that are piling up. Overwhelmed by the amount of toys scattered across the living room floor. Overwhelmed with the million little household chores on my to-do list and the handful…