The chaos grows and grows, everything around us faltering, falling. Who do we need to be and who are we becoming? Once I was in a room with Margaret Wheatley, […]
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Tag: Afghanistan
there is no comfort
Today’s prompt is an oldie-but-a-goody: the ghazal. The form was originally developed in Arabic and Persian poetry, but has become increasingly used in English, after being popularized by poets including […]
9/11
Flying on September 11. I once believed I could never do this. This isn’t the first time. The number 911 is in my life almost daily, I notice 9:11, am […]