Category: gratitude

letter to my daughter | march

to my daughter, you had a lot of big questions this month. and honestly, little one, sometimes i fumble through the answers. you are very familiar with the boston marathon. since you were a baby, you have been a spectator on the sidelines. a…

are you listening?

growing up, i never identified as a creative person.  i wasn’t an artistic child.  i didn’t – and still don’t – identify myself as any sort of writer.  i started this blog a little over a year ago as a way for me to…