Have you ever watched little kids make friends? It blows me away with it’s simplicity and straightforwardness. I’m learning from this kind of authenticity.
A new day, with a new set of challenges, including the challenge of wrapping my head around yet another wave of violence. But that fresh start is also an opportunity for a fresh perspective, for evolving the way I look at the situation, and the world.
Michele had a way of telling her story so that it didn’t terrify the newly diagnosed girls. She would spin the story each time, so it came out with a message, a little moral or lesson to tie up the anecdote like the “you see, Timmy” at the end of each episode of Lassie.
A look back at the year that was. I introduced my little girl to one of my favorite pieces of public art in Seattle. I dove into the Winter/Spring semester as a full time student. I went to New Orleans to attend the Conference for…
Dear Universe: The sickness and poorer part of our vows were not an invitation. I’ll have you know that despite pneumonia, cancer, myasethenia gravis, a combined 18 nights in the hospital, more than 10 dashes to the ER, 8 years of at least one and…
I’ve spent the past two days working on a couple projects that have had me knee deep in photographs from the Young Survival Coalition. That’s had me a little emotional, to say the least: memories, faces, friends… One of those projects a presentation on our…
.This is the story of how I became an on air radio personality. Ok, it’s not. I’m not. It’s not even about me. This is a story about Debbie Cantwell, and the non-profit organization she started on her kitchen table, all by herself, to help…
I never imagined I’d be the kind of Mom who let my little girl play in a mud puddle in the middle of a Seattle street. Yet here we are… Don’t underestimate the value of mud puddles.