Two months ago, I was reviewing Instagram and Facebook posts and the thought that hit me was “Wow … really?” There it was — the notice that Chick Corea passed away “from a rare form of cancer which was only discovered very recently.” Some of you may not know Chick’s artistry, but his compositions and incredible piano interpretations; his partnerships with incredible jazz, classical, and pop musicians (Herbie Hancock, I’m talking about you, too); and his ever giving, ever shar

When our kids were young, I loved when they would bring home individual art projects from school each week or at the end of each year, celebrating the successful completion of an assignment. We received pink and red cutout hearts, small painted pumpkins, papier-mâché figurines, string art portraits, and paper plate Christmas tree ornaments displaying our child’s school photo exactly in the middle. It was glorious when my collection started growing with each child’s passing sc

Beautiful things can have ugly roots sometimes, much like the roots of orchid plants … or a diagnosis that seems to be void of anything beau

I cannot thank you all enough for the wonderful birthday wishes and celebrations in April. You made me feel so loved across several states and groups of loved ones. Currently, I am listening to an impactful book, This Boy We Made: A Memoir of Motherhood, Genetics, and Facing the Unknown. In this narrative, the author, Taylor Harris, mentions one of the cities I visited last month as I celebrated my birthday and my dad’s special day: Charlottesville, Virginia. Her words remind