Never doubt that a small group . . . can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.”…
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Working toward compassion
I try, pretty much every morning, to be present for the dawn, even if it’s only to stand outdoors shivering…
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Magic
Just over a year ago, I hit the wall. I’d been writing for months, throwing away more pages than I…
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Gifts
It is still dark as I type these words, though I’ve been awake for hours on this snow-hushed morning of…
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Light, Dark
Light. Last Sunday afternoon. The brief, brilliant sun bedazzling through the high window in the town hall auditorium. The audience…
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Carrying on
It was little more than a fleeting inconvenience here, the mighty storm that stole the homes and lives and livelihoods…
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