Own Yourself
The guitar goes unplayed. The book sits in the folder. The paintbrush dries out. When everything feels heavy it’s easy to put down the things that make you feel light. This is a call to pick them back up.
The Trip
I stood on the edge of a canyon in Wyoming and watched my daughter spread her arms wide like she was about to take flight. In that moment nothing else existed. That’s what I want for her life.
The Oath
I know good people — kind people — who voted for Trump. I like them and I’m troubled by them at the same time. That tension tears me apart. And I don’t think I’m alone in that.
