Life is made in the margins
Life is often made in the margins. Those are the little segments of time on our calendars we don’t have planned. They are the 15 minutes before we need to be out the door to our kid’s soccer practice, the 30 minutes before our next meeting or, in the case of the woman who sent
Live like you’ve already won
You’ve been on my mind. I’ve been wondering what it is you’re hoping for, and I’ve been hoping you’re living like you’ve already gotten it. Last June I entered a contest. It’s for writers. We submit a cover letter and a true story with the hopes of being chosen to attend a free conference this
Noticing others is the first step to kindness
There is something to be said about being in the right place at the right time. It feels fortuitous, almost like someone is watching out for us or that our interactions are predetermined. But instead of hoping to be in the right place at the right time, I long to be more aware of my
It’s the little things
I spent last Friday afternoon in a women’s prison. I was there visiting someone I’ve started to think of as a friend. She’s the mom of a little boy I love. Why she’s there probably isn’t important. Why are any of us where we are? Maybe we said “Yes” one too many times or our
Shared talents increase everyone’s joy
I went to a conference earlier this month that was basically a two-day party for people who love kindness. Every night, a few folks would stand up and share a five-minute story about their favorite acts of kindness. I wish I would have had the foresight to record their messages. I would have had enough
Your life is a wildly amazing puzzle
I’m sitting at a table with a large tray in front of me. An assortment of half-finished puzzles and dozens of puzzle pieces are waiting for assembly. As I look at the tray, I struggle to make sense of it. I see portions of my life: time I’m spending with my family… sitting in my
Kindness proves the theory of relativity
If it had rained one hot July day in 2011, I would not be writing this column. If I had felt too tired by depression to take my kids to the city pool, I would not have a found my purpose. If one teenage mom in a shiny gold bikini had been too proud to
