(This is the first in a series about paradoxes of life and how we live with them.) “I called it ‘Hurt.’” Collin was eating some cheese and crackers at the dining table after school, describing for me an art project he had done that day. The students were shown abstract works of art made with… Continue reading Paradox, Part I: Exiles and Pilgrims
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The Gift of Presence
My family and I moved recently to colorful, gritty, spunky and historic Baltimore— “Charm City.” Our earnest desire is to plant ourselves here and not move again for a long, long time—as in decades. As such, we are doing careful research into where we want to buy a house, where we want to send our… Continue reading The Gift of Presence
A Room of My Own
For just a little while, I had a room of my own. My writing room. The walls were brushed with the faintest silvery, smoky lilac. A charcoal gray love-seat soaked up the afternoon sun coming in the one tall window. Silver raw silk throw pillows complemented the thick brushed silver frames on the walls— three… Continue reading A Room of My Own