It strikes me that I have days like Sunday which seem to be a beautiful weaving of threads: red, blue, and all the other colors of the rainbow.
Groundhog Day
Today I’m celebrating something that happened several decades ago when Hopscotch House, belonging to the Kentucky Foundation for Women in Louisville, was just getting started and we needed an executive director.
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
By an unfortunate coincidence, both of these houses are in danger of losing their primary purpose.
Groundhog Pâté
I might have forgotten Groundhog Day entirely except for a box that’s just arrived from my dear friend, Wren Smith, in Kentucky.
Wolf Pen at Twilight
A community limited to those who look like us will never be a community, which can only be formed through an amalgamation of differences and the necessary level of trust.