Few things brighten my day like a steamy cup of coffee and inspirational, thought-provoking reads in the morning. It’s a ritual that I daresay I’ll keep until the day I die, whether I’m curled up on my couch with a book, devouring the Sunday New York Times on a plane, or catching up on my
Writing is a strange process. I’ve been writing my entire life, and I’ve only recently realized the art of writing inspired.
I’m not one to cry, but I did. I almost lost it. You see, I was so overwhelmed. A mere song before walking down the aisle, it dawned on me. This is actually happening. After all we’ve been through, this is happening. I woke up calm as sunrise. All day, I felt the tingling peace
For me, Thanksgiving has come early this year. When I think about where I am—physically, mentally, emotionally—all I want to do is race to the top of a large cliff and yell at the top of my lungs, “Thank yooooou!” to the great blue yonder. And think—it’s just the beginning of October! It’s funny, too,
Do you have a favorite body of water? Mine is the river. I love rivers especially because of what they do to cities…that is, they authenticate them, give them resiliency, knowledge, history, life. Let me explain. For the most part, I hate cities, especially big ones. The ones I do like (Nashville, New Orleans, Pittsburgh,