On August 31st, I shared a piece by Maria Popova that featured a poem by Jane Kenyon titled "Otherwise." I bring the poem to our attention again because, since reading the poem, it has impacted my life more than I could have imagined. How? Having learned the remarkable
I read this piece by Oliver Burkeman today and wanted to share it with everyone. It is reprinted verbatim below. Obviously, you don’t need me to tell you these are dark, unsettling, apocalyptic times. Almost everyone in my British and American social circles seems rattled by the shooting of
My last post on the people who helped nurture me into becoming something other than a washed up juvenile delinquent was about my relationship with Tom, the young boy with cerebral palsy, who I grew to know and (I paused before typing this word to ensure that it was accurate)
As some of you may know, I have declared to you all in this newsletter that I am writing a book. Even writing this sentence made my gut contract a bit.... But, as Questlove said: "The stuff that changes your life is usually buried under your deepest fears."