We are in the midst of a war on education. Not against all learning, but certainly against any lessons about racial injustice.
Our neighbors’ challenges can be invisible. Like the folks who show up at Have-a-Heart Food Shelf each month.
Most people show up to yoga class for gentle movement, deep breathing, and stress reduction, but if they come to my classes they get yoga philosophy too.
Sugaring is a Vermont tradition. Now it’s part of a tradition at Bristol Elementary School as well.
It’s not that Mr. Fossil Fuels hasn’t provided me with a comfortable and delightful life; he has.
A driving force in my life has been exploring. “Marrying Mongolia,” my new book, follows that theme from childhood.
It doesn’t really matter whether George Washington chopped down a cherry tree. It’s important to “fess up when you’ve messed up.”
My family takes a trip together nearly every year. Once the trip is over we immediately look forward to the next one.
Equality is not equity. Dr. King made this point repeatedly. He argued that while white Americans were acquiring free land in the American West, Black Americans, Asians, and Latinos were cultivating that land with zero or little compensation.
As someone who finds it hard to nap, resting as a practice is a revolutionary and challenging act, but during the holiday season I gave myself that gift.
My husband and I step out for a brisk winter stroll and immediately get drawn into a snowball fight — five energetic kids against three adults, but we three are up to the challenge.
Ah, January. The magical month where so many of us vow to exercise more, eat healthier, stop wasting money, and generally Be Better.
When you follow your inner guidance or calling, amazing things can happen. For instance, I went to Mongolia, a place I never dreamed of going.
Lean in With Love. This phrase has been circling through my brain for a while now, and seems resonant with the season.
It may seem blasphemous to write this, but I’m a Jew who loves Advent.
