September 2015
Privilege.
It is autumn again. The leaves are scraping against the ground as the wind moves them along and in Cambridge, Massachusetts, the students are entering into their full rhythm.
Just a year ago that was me--
trying to take it all in.
Except you can never take it all in, not here.
There is too much to take it all in.
I can't help thinking about the privilege it is to be here.
Privilege.
A heavy and problematic subject.
Today though I don't write about the...
10 Fingers for Gratitude
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
My roommate describes people who are having a hard time as being on "the struggle bus."
I really, really don't want to be on the struggle bus. Because it's not so much about having a hard time, it's about your attitude toward that hard time. And although I may be on difficult terrain, and it may seem that climbing on the struggle bus would be a ride instead of having to walk...once you get on the...
Harvard: I Came, I Ran Around Like Crazy, and (Almost) Conquered
Friday, June 12, 2015
A huge point of this blog was to share about my amazing, once-in-a-lifetime experience as a graduate student at Harvard.
Big fail there.
But maybe now that I am done, searching for employment, and unable to take an expensive vacation...
I will write.
I know, I said that before. But now I've got time! Freedom! Time! Did I mention time!?
This whirlwind graduate program filled just about every minute...
To Run
Monday, April 20, 2015
I had the chance to watch and cheer
the runners today.
As we walked up to the marathon,
The last mile of the race,
The tears started to well up.
I didn’t expect to have such an immediate emotional
reaction.
But it came.
The sound of crowds cheering and the sight of runners
running
brings me back to a race I ran
where crowds cheered me on
A physical marathon I ran
at a time...
No More Grumpy, Please!
Monday, January 12, 2015
I heard him whimpering as he turned the corner. His small four-year-old hand reached up to hold the hand of his caretaker, a 20-something-year-old who was taking two small children to the museum for the day.
He whimpered again several times and then choked out these words:
"I'm grumpy and mean...and I don't wanna be grumpy and mean!"
I thought, I hear you kid.
I swear I had said the same...
Change
Sunday, January 4, 2015
I love a new year.
I love the idea that things will be different from one year to the next.
They always are in some way.
Sometimes in big ways and sometimes in small ways.
Dark nights turn into brilliantly lit mornings
and long days settle into deep and vibrant sunsets.
Caterpillars become butterflies
and old leaves fall and new buds grow.
Perhaps the most exciting change is what happens inside...
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