No haircut big enough for this.
Below is a poem my friend Maya Stein wrote a couple weeks ago. What I love so much is that Maya saw something I didn't see. She unearthed a poem from what I thought was an ordinary moment. And thus, that moment became something more. Something other. Something extraordinary. How can we (poets...
Questions we ask ourselves.
The theme of Monday's Happy Hour on the Simply Celebrate facebook page, was "What questions do we ask ourselves?" Tricia started off the conversation by saying, "It was brought to my attention recently that the intent and quality of the question I'm asking (to myself or...
Last-Minute, Low-to-no Cost, Creative Gifts for Mom
I'll never forget what my mom said to me the day my son was born: "Honey, your heart is now open in a new way and everything can — and will — fly in." My son was only a few hours old, but I already knew what she meant. I really understood at that moment how...