New on Huffington: How a Ukrainian Mother Taught Me to be Brave
The picture haunts me. An image of black and white, it seeps into my consciousness often, particularly when I find myself holding tight my children. I pick up my toddler and snuggle her close, and I think of the mother - of the hollow, vacant eyes staring numbly ahead as she holds her child so...
Get Lost on Purpose
The building was cold. Drafty would be one way to describe it, but the word wouldn't do it justice. The heat never worked, and the winter months dragged on. We sat at a long, white table, all bundled in our hats and coats, hands tucked into pockets in an effort to stay warm while the teacher...
Because Creativity Wasn’t Meant to Be Lived Alone
We met for coffee on a balmy day. It was one of those Tampa days that makes you feel like maybe God loves Florida just a little more than any other place: 77 degrees, light breeze, salty air, and a few seagulls for effect - it was simply a lovely afternoon. She drank her Americano, and I sipped...
The One Where We Win the Prize
We looked over at each other across the couch last night and offered weary smiles. He held up his glass, and I held up mine, and we lightly clinked them together. "Well done," I said with a grin. "You made it to today's finish line. You win the prize." The flurry of activity at the end of each...
