My athletic 12-year-old niece tells me absently mid-air, looking down, “I hate my feet; they’re so ugly,” while wiggling ten perfectly adorable toes.
Read MoreIt was dark and one by one we entered the small, comforting building lit only by the glow of a few tiny candles.
Read More“I’ve witnessed extraordinary resourcefulness and a global movement of mostly women to respond and help through mask making, coming together through sewing...all those stitches making a blanket of love across the earth, one mask at a time. Thanks to the internet, women have been sharing innovations, new designs and materials, and helping to build an efficient effort to gather materials of distribution that was akin to the effort during World War 2.
Read MoreIt is March, and I’m feeling pressured to get my seeds into soil. Every year, I’m not sure if I’m a little too early or too late.
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