I’ve fallen into a rhythm: wake early, read a little, eat Cheerios in the 5th floor kitchenette, write, join the sisters for lunch, write, join the sisters for dinner, do dishes, watch the news with the sisters, retire for the evening… Repeat.
Velma Morrison, A Woman Worth Her Salt at St. Gertrude’s
“A man’s worth is counted in the things he creates for the betterment of man.” Harry Morrison . So is a woman’s. When I moved
Uganda’s Trash in Photos
As a postscript to Trash Just Smells Like Money to Uganda’s Maggot King, Changemakers, Timothy Bouldry of Shoot for Change has published some extraordinary photos from Uganda on his website. Please, go see.
Trash Just Smells Like Money to Uganda’s Maggot King, Changemakers
Most of the Martin the Maggot King’s students didn’t graduate from elementary school. He introduces them to opportunity anyway. He implants within them the idea that they can rise above their circumstances… IF they don’t mind working with trash, insects, and maggot poop. Martin calls students who latch onto the vision, changemakers.
From Ninety to Zero, I Can Do This
As I lay on the narrow bed, I considered that there will be twenty-nine more days here just like this one. That’s a long time, I thought, and then, this is Day One.
Holy moly. I need to adjust my internal clock.
Meant-to-be: Losing a Neighbor, Red Chairs, and St. Gertrude’s
As I drove north today, I thought about those chairs and about how things come together sometimes even when we aren’t trying to make them happen.
Dispatches From Out West 