I heard a line in a poem today that made me stop and ponder. Do children often groan at the sound of their mothers’ voices? Perhaps I...

I have spent the last 48 hours (not consecutively, but over the course of the last four weeks) with a super star; a singer of great fame...

I read a line from a poem and felt something rattle inside of me. “The wild pouring of self” moved me in a strange but powerful way....

Remember this moment of sitting and connecting with women I barely know, and yet, baring all in a way, at least as we effort to do so...