A Few Thing I've Been Thinking About 

For a long time, Valentine’s Day carried more weight than I cared to admit. Not because of chocolates or flowers—but because of what it seemed to say about my worth.

When I was young, Valentine’s Day meant many cards. In elementary school our classrooms were decorated with the construction-paper he...

Some guy said to me: “Don’t you think you’re too old to sing rock n’ roll?” I said: “You’d better ask Mick Jagger.

—Cher

Beatles or Stones?

Back in elementary school, I collected Beatles trading cards. The kind that came in five-cent bubble gum packages. I wasn’t interested in all the Beatles, ju...

For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice.

~T.S. Eliot

Each December, I choose a word to guide the year ahead. Not a resolution, not a task list, not another impossible standard—just a word that steadies me, stretches me, and reminds me of w...

Tonight, I cleaned my silverware.

It has been sitting quietly in a drawer for years—not because it didn’t matter, but perhaps because it mattered too much. As I polished each piece, I realized I wasn’t really cleaning silver at all. I was touching memory. Love. History.

My great aunt Mitzi live...

Sorrow may shape you, but it doesn’t define you. 

There are moments in life that change everything. Moments we never see coming, moments we’re not ready for. Some of them leave us breathless with wonder. Others crack us open. 

What follows is a letter I once wished I had received—and now as a w...

Everywhere you turn these days, there’s a cause asking for help.
And truthfully, most of them are worthy.

It’s easy to feel torn—pulled between compassion and fatigue. The need is endless, the world feels heavy, and even with the best of intentions, we can’t do it all.

That’s why giving, for me, ha...