Thinking of the loss of Maya Angelou today. I had the privilege of meeting her ten years ago when I worked for the Democratic National Convention. It is not often in this life I have the confidence or boldness to push my way forward and speak up but I travelled the long hallways of the convention center to find her and ask her assistant if I could shake her hand. I remember her assistant was fiercely protective, reluctant, annoyed. She asked me what I might say, reminded me t
I’ve missed being in this space in recent months. I miss the creativity it has allowed, the friendships it has forged, and I miss cataloging the days. I recently read this post about ‘getting personal’ from my beautiful friend Allison Renner and it helped me understand why I haven’t been here all that often. Contrary to popular belief, it is not because of lack of time. Since Little O’s birth, I have found small pockets of time for the important things I love to do whether in
I’ve always meant to join in on the currently posts, to journal about the right-nows. Let’s try this. Watching: I don’t have a lot of time for television these days but Tyler and I are making our way through Lost on Netflix. I know. I know. Where have we been? We’re so 2000s. We are in it’s second season and I can tell that this show is going to have many winding storylines that may never find their ends. But, right now, I am impressed with the duality of each character. As a
I was going through all my photos and I stumbled upon this one. Taken at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden a few weeks ago. I believe I caught Wordless Wednesday in the nick of time. It’s just…well…look at him.