"In my own worst seasons I've come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, …
The Last Day of Classes
Melancholy. Empathy. Joy. Gratitude. Excitement. These are the emotions that run through my heart during the last day of classes of my sophomore year at the little liberal arts college I attend. “Lift your head up. Leave your phone in your pocket. Look around you. What do you see? Who are you? Why are you …
such sweet things 