Rules for the road help us see the fullness of life – and how we want to live – during tumultuous times.
Rebecca Solnit suggests that no matter life’s challenges, we need to smell the roses along the way.
Gratitude involves a conscious choice. Amidst cries of hatred we need to see the strength in gratitude.
Personal reminders of what matters can help as we seek to regain our equilibrium after a tumultuous year.
Weekly letters of gratitude proved a powerful antidote to the poison that threatened to permeate our lives in 2020.
You never know when someone needs you to be there, to be your best. It may be as you write a note or pour a cup of coffee.
It is easy to give thanks when everything is going well. It is more important to be open to gratefulness in challenging times.
As we debate schools reopening in the midst of a pandemic, this seems like a perfect time to say a few words of praise for teachers who work in our public and private school systems across the country and around the world. Teachers have been very important in my life. I am married to a retired teacher. One sister is a librarian (another form of teaching) as was my mother, and the other sister trained in education and used those skills in various ways with preschoolers. My sister-in-law is a retired teacher, and I have nieces who are currently public school teachers. In almost 20 years of formal education and 65 years of informal learning in the world, I’ve had many teachers — a number of which I remember very fondly and a few of which changed my life. Every now and then I find a link that sends me to Twitter and today was one of those days. Connie Schultz is a Pulitzer Prize-winning columnist, author, and professor who lives in Cleveland, Ohio.* She …
My one piece of advice to colleagues, friends, and family is pretty simple: Say “Thank you.” Say it early and often.
Among the institutions in our community of Silver Spring, few are beloved as much as a small coffee shop run by two sisters who left Ethiopia in the 1980s to escape violence and political upheaval. Lene and Abeba Tsegaye – with the help of their brother – established Kefa Café in 1996. In a recent Washington Post article celebrating the reopening of the shop after a fire, Lena said the two sisters, “…wanted their independent coffee shop to be a place where people talked to each other, not just another cafe where people buried their noses in laptops.” There is no WiFi at Kefa, named for the southwestern Ethiopia province where, the 9th-century legend goes, a goat herder named Kaldi saw his animals become so energized after eating coffee beans they couldn’t sleep. “There is a history about coffee,” Abeba said. “It’s not just about getting caffeinated. People make big decisions around coffee.” The title comes from a sign they recently posted in their window, in celebration of their 20th anniversary in Silver Spring. I …