Perfectly Imperfect Kindness
I woke up this morning in Charlotte, North Carolina. I guess that’s a good thing since that’s where I went to bed last night. It’s a little confusing trying to keep up with myself this summer. During the month of July, I’ve been in New York, Wisconsin, and North Carolina. I have spent six nights
We are the Light
It’s heavy, isn’t it? All this stuff happening in our world? It makes me feel sad and angry and fearful and all of those other emotions that erupt simultaneously when senseless acts of violence occur. But it also makes me feel helpless, and that might be the worse feeling of all. Three years ago, I
Kindness & Gas Money Rescue the Empty
When the world is closing in on you, and panic and uncertainty threaten to swallow you whole, kindness takes on a new level of importance. An otherwise small gesture of love becomes magnified and gives us the strength to put one foot in front of the other. Zach Wilson sent me this letter from a
Cancer Lives in the Basement
It’s the one year anniversary of my mastectomy! Although the cancer is gone, it still very much feels like a part of our lives. Cancer is similar to a cousin who lives in the basement… sometimes it’s annoying have another guest around, but then he goes and does something totally sweet like stocks the fridge
An Update on Dad
I’ve entered an alternate reality. I’m supposed to be surrounded by children right now, warm sunlight on my face, as the smell of hamburgers wafts from the grill nearby. That’s what summertime is about. Instead, I’m surrounded by old people, under the cold glow of florescent nursing home lights, with a mixture of chemical cleaners
Courageous Kindness Combats Selfishness
The bad thing about striving to live a life of kindness is that you realize when you fail. And you fail every day. Or maybe I should say, I fail every day. The minute I keep the conversation trivial to avoid entering someone’s pain, the minute I cut the conversation short with an impatient answer,
The Place Where Joy Lives
What a difference a week makes. Last Thursday, I was on the 35th floor of One World Trade in New York City, feeling on top of the world. Thanks to my 12 year old daughter’s fundraising efforts, Jordan and I were invited to speak at the Susan G. Komen Partner Summit. She got a standing
