Someone recently asked me, “What do you worry about?” I worry that we will forget to be kind. At the end of his broadcast, Lester Holt urges, “take care of yourselves and each other.” Sometimes I hear it as “take care of eeee chuthur.” Sometimes I laugh. Then I realize that I worry about this… Continue Reading
I sit on gray stones at half-tide on Maine’s stunning rocky coast. Golden rays shine on blue water. The same sun greens the tree-lined shore. I read Mary Oliver’s poem, “Summer Day:” “I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to… Continue Reading
As I drive, I listen to a playlist made for Pride Month. The songs don’t directly tackle harassment, job insecurity, bullying, or equal rights, but the lyrics ring true today, now. I sing along. Judy Garland’s, “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” Cyndi Lauper’s, “True Colors:” “And I’ll see your true colorsShining throughI see your true colorsAnd… Continue Reading
I sit at a diner munching salad and overhear a young boy in the next booth ask, “Dad, can I have some fries and do you see that rainbow flag over there?” I hear the Dad say, “Yes, Donny, and yes.” “If I wanted to learn to sew, would that be OK?” “Sure, why?” “Well,… Continue Reading
June: Pride month. From two-years-old, my now-grown son would dress in my clothes, sneak into my make-up drawer, and slather himself with colors and lipstick. He ran to avoid the soccer ball, once almost drowned in the ocean and hated sports. He preferred Broadway shows to hanging out with friends. I missed the cues to… Continue Reading
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