My last post on the people who helped nurture me into becoming something other than a washed up juvenile delinquent was about my relationship with Tom, the young boy with cerebral palsy, who I grew to know and (I paused before typing this word to ensure that it was accurate)
As some of you may know, I have declared to you all in this newsletter that I am writing a book. Even writing this sentence made my gut contract a bit.... But, as Questlove said: "The stuff that changes your life is usually buried under your deepest fears."
A lovely post about life and the poet Jane Kenyon arrived in my inbox today from the brilliant Maria Popova and her newsletter The Marginalian, and I had to share it with you. Maria writes: "The vital force of life is charged by the poles of holding on and
The picture above is of Fletcher Merkel, one of the two children killed at the school church shooting in Minneapolis literally 10 blocks from my home. There is nothing to say except that when I saw this picture of him it brought home, in the most visceral way, the horror