I saw joy crossing the street this morning

It was a typical Thursday morning. I took a left turn into my neighborhood, steaming hot coffee in my cup holder, as I pondered the research report I needed to edit. And there she was, crossing the street—in my suit. The woman crossing the street had my old business suit on, one I recently donated…

Muddling compassion

Author Barbara Franken writes a lovely blog that inspires me every time. If you have any desire whatsoever to be a creative visionary, to help this world get to a better place, she has words of wisdom for you. I was honored, then, when she asked me to be part of her guest author series…

Changing the world? No. Just a tiny corner of it.

When I was young and full of fire to change the world, I was rather disappointed to realize my lack of impact. My purchase of lunch for the homeless man I saw each day on the downtown streets near my office building was a crapshoot. I never did know if he ate the ham and…

Give it up

I will never hold a garage, tag or yard sale. Yes, I said never. On this point, I’m clear and sure. And it’s not just because I can’t stand the thought of giving odd strangers the license to paw through my things and case my house. I’m a giver, you see. I have many faults….