What if gratitude is just spiritual bubble wrap? This Thanksgiving, I’m wondering if generosity isn’t the revolution we’ve been searching for.
Warning: May cause spontaneous acts of kindness. ($100 bills graciously accepted.)”
What if gratitude is just spiritual bubble wrap? This Thanksgiving, I’m wondering if generosity isn’t the revolution we’ve been searching for.
Warning: May cause spontaneous acts of kindness. ($100 bills graciously accepted.)”
Been feeling more like a productivity machine than a person lately? Come laugh (and maybe cry a little) with me as I explore how we lost our way between PowerPoint and performance reviews – and how we might find our way back to being gloriously, messily human again.
A broken organ, a volcanic winter, and soldiers in No Man’s Land created a most beloved Christmas tradition. Join me for the surprisingly epic tale behind the Christmas theme, “Silent Night”. Warning: even Napoleon cried. (Okay, maybe not, but I might.)”
Our “inner lizard” kept our ancestors alive, back when the #1 concern was “Don’t Get Eaten”. But these deep reflexes, so well suited to the savannah, the tundra, the forest, the jungle, are perhaps a bit less helpful in email, social media, the dinner table, a traffic jam, or the ballot box. And that’s a problem. Today, I explore mindfulness, acceptance, and yes, some consequences.
I’ve struggled to see mortality as anything other than the Sword of Damocles, forever hanging over our heads. But there is a story there. From Gilgamesh, Christianity, Cicero, Tennyson, and Tolkien, mortality is seen as a source of freedom both in this world and from it. Perhaps that’s true.
As a teenager, I thought my history teacher was just threatening us with summer school. Turns out, he was teaching us something way more important. Join me for a candid exploration of how America’s hardest stories – from Juneteenth to January 6th – can light our way forward.
In this Mother’s Day confession, I talk about about choice, courage, and change. Come laugh, cry, and discover how our mothers’ choices – from casseroles to civil rights – planted seeds that still bloom today.