It had been a rough trip. I probably shouldn’t have gone so soon after getting over Covid. Mom needed more from me this time than she did last time. It was late afternoon when I got home, grateful...

When I got home from Mom’s and pushed open the door to my condo, there was a knee-high stack of boxes waiting for me in the foyer. They had been brought up by the diligent concierge, who makes sure...

I believe people are inherently creative. It’s in our nature to want to make things, to create. Some people write, some quilt, some cook or do whatever they do that allows them to create something...

My mom’s mother had Alzheimer’s. The last time I saw my grandmother, when my mom introduced me to her, she lifted her withered arms in joy, saying, “Oh! I have a granddaughter!” I was thirty years...

On June 15, 2009, this was Seth Godin’s daily blog post: You matter When you love the work you do and the people you do it with, you matter. When you are so gracious and generous and aware that you...

“You matter.” Those words begin the first activity in my University of Cincinnati Diversity & Inclusion class. It’s the foundation of the course and it deserves focus, so students remember it....