There are simply no words. Or rather – I haven’t found the right ones. Red and black ribbons have shown up on your mailboxes, in the colors of The Covenant School. They say to me “we grieve together.” They say…
It’s you.” Browsing through my Pocket Thich Nhat Hanh this week, I came across that bold and strange statement. Hanh describes taking care of your anger gently, the way you’d care for a baby. It was a powerful metaphor for…
All week a thought has rambled around my brain: this is not a dress rehearsal. It’s dancing with another thought: If not now, when? Author Lyn Fairchild Hawks takes the stage at Bacon today, reflecting on her journey as a…