When the Tin Man faints -- for real -- and he dares to feel.

There is a special kind of grace that we all need right now.  A beautiful magic under stars and snow — when someone climbs out of their foxhole with their arms up in the air — singing.

After a hiatus we are back!  Something to do with a pandemic pup -- and a new direction.  With a nod to Forrest Gump -- the only way forward is forward! 

I need an emergency lantern to see my way through dark times -- and batteries to help me conserve my energy for these times -- which aren't as light as I wish they could be.  

A modern Hanukkah story for listening -- when the world was different -- and there was light -- so much light.   

As we have moved into the days of darkness and I am dreaming a childhood dream – of flying.  And I have made Sangria.  It's not really the day-drinking -- it's the dream of day-drinking.  Second star to the left and straight on 'til morning...

These days I am just in pieces.  That's it.  But even pieces have to find a way to fit together.

We all have our individual traumas that have prepared us for what is ahead.  But you know, they have prepared us well.  The only way forward...is forward.

That time that we think we need a superhero to fix everything -- but the superhero you are waiting for is you...

This week I built a structure with bolts and washers and nuts – and shiny metal.  I removed the protect plastic – from the pieces – and from myself.     I built a structure to contain the fire.    I am the structure to contain the fire.