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Having a January 20th birthday, I have always shared my spotlight with presidential inaugurations. This year, tensions have clearly been high, so I thought I’d put it all into a bit of perspective.
I’ve always had a birthday. Every year, January 20th rolls around whether or not we usher in a new Commander in Chief. [Read more…]
Sonder isn’t a word. At least, it’s not in the dictionary. I’ve always believed that if it’s not in the dictionary, it’s not a word. Ain’t that right?
…but sonder may need a second look…
How many people do you come into contact with in a day? I don’t mean just the ones you speak to or have a relationship with, but all those souls you pass on the way to work, school, or practice who escape your notice. Maybe they are simple blurs in a flurry of busyness that comprises your life. [Read more…]
In a conversation around our table in recent months, we discussed racial tensions and how people could connect and dispel the preconceived notions that lead to racial tensions. My son wished out loud that more people would sit down together and talk through differences and learn to appreciate one another.
So imagine my excitement when I read about Daryl Davis [Read more…]
My hometown, Richmond, Virginia, has become a trendy area for its social networks, food scene, and focus on the arts. Over the years, their social magazines and websites have focused on what’s “Very Richmond.” Readers contribute anything from fishing on the James River shoreline to clubbing in Shockoe Bottom. This capital city is a hub of entertainment and culture, and the art scene beckons those who seek beauty.
Ten years ago, I moved to another capital city, albeit a bit farther north: Lansing, MI. [Read more…]
Our dinner table is a treasure, not for its pristine shine or expensive price tag, but for the bonding we all shared sitting around it in our second hand chairs we snagged before the local Wendy’s restaurant threw them in the landfill. As a matter of fact, my husband made it for me himself when we moved to this little country farm house and our old table had fallen apart.
We’ve laughed ourselves silly over gaffs in speech, held each other accountable for unkindness, and shed more than a few tears. That table, with all its dings and scrapes, is a symbol of unity in our home. [Read more…]