Past Projects


Star City, Second Chance:  a Gratitude Project

Sometimes it’s hard to love the place where you live.  Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge:  every day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing that I love about this town.  And then I’m going to write about it.  You can follow my journey here:

When home doesn’t feel like Home …

Canvas, Paint, & the Stubborn, Sloppy Act of Daily Gratitude:  Day One

Secret Messages in the Woods:  Day Two

Highwire Acts & Sky-High Heels:  Day Three

Life Really *Is* Like a Box of Chocolates … & a Giveaway:  Day Four

Too Many Good Gifts to Pick Just One: Day Five

Week in Review:  Day Six

Sidewalks, Spider Silk, & the Magic of Everyday Things: Day Seven

Just a Long Trail & My Tangled Thoughts: Day Eight

Gold Leaves, Ginkgo Trees & a Stranger’s Blessing:  Day Nine

Quiet Grace at My Window:  Day Ten

The Undeserved Gift of Good Neighbors:  Day Eleven

The Moment of Gratitude I Almost Missed: Day Twelve

Week in Review:  Day Thirteen

An Open Road & a City of Stars:  Day Fourteen

Grateful for the Perfect Cup of Joe:  Day Fifteen

A Little College Nostalgia at an Off-Campus Coffeehouse:  Day Sixteen

Stalking the Light in the Woods:  Day Seventeen

When a Bridge is a Roadside Cathedral & There’s Water Underneath:  Day Eighteen

A Greenhouse Full of Good Food & Great People:  Day Nineteen

Week in Review:  Day Twenty

The Silver Lining That Takes My Breath Away:  Day Twenty-One

Finding (& Making) Art at the Taubman:  Day Twenty-Two

Small Wonders in Downtown Roanoke:  Day Twenty-Three

Sharing a Grilled Cheese with the Angel of Grandin Village:  Day Twenty-Four

Eden on Two Acres, by Last Light:  Day Twenty-Five

The day I wrote something almost like a poem … while waiting for a hamburger:  Day Twenty-Six

Week in Review:  Day Twenty-Seven

A Long, Slow Breath in Old Southwest:  Day Twenty-Eight

A Metaphor in the Beating of Wings:  Day Twenty-Nine

Beauty in the Junkyard:  Day Thirty

A Collection of Small, Beautiful Things:  Day Thirty-One

A Completely Random Moment of Creative Connection:  Day Thirty-Two

A Lazy Afternoon in a Roomful of Books:  Day Thirty-Three

Week in Review:  Day Thirty-Four

When Baking Cookies is an Act of Intentional Gratitude:  Day Thirty-Five

When A Single Leaf Changes the Course of the Day:  Day Thirty-Six

The Star City, Wearing White:  Day Thirty-Seven

 A Love Letter on Thanksgiving … Sort-of:  Day Thirty-Eight

Finding Character(s) at a Greasy Spoon:  Day Thirty-Nine

A Last & First Look at the Star City:  Day Forty


The Secret Messages Project

For thirty days, I’ll be working to fill the world with good words … in chalk or in dry-erase marker, on bathroom-stall walls, trees and sidewalks and skin.  Want to join me?  Send me an email or a comment and tell me what you’re working on…  Let’s do this together. ❤

The Time I Almost Got Arrested for Writing a Poem in Chalk on a Bridge:  a Preface

Sharp Top Mountain:  Day One of Something Good

Words, Taped to the Underside of a Table in a Blacksburg Pizza Parlor: Day Two

A Prayer, Tucked into a Hollow Log at Fishburn Park:  Day Three

A Message, Written on a Leaf Just Off the Murray Run Greenway:  Day Four

Instructions, Tucked Between Two Books in the Public Library:  Day Five

Truth, Chalked on a Stone by the Roanoke River, Near Woodbridge Trailhead: Day Six

A Revelation, Tucked in a Box Left on the Herbert Davies Memorial Bridge:  Day Seven

A Little Hope, Left on a Boulder in Harkrader Park:  Day Eight 

An Invitation, Left on a Picnic Table on Top of Mill Mountain:  Day Nine

Dry Erase Marker, on a Mirror in the Women’s Restroom, in a Local Coffeehouse:  Day Ten

The Prayer I Didn’t Intend to Write:  Day Eleven

A Prayer for Grownups, Inked Onto Beechnuts, Left on the Wasena Bridge:  Day Twelve

A Little Comfort, Written on Small Stones, Sunk in the River:  Day Thirteen

An Almost-Poem, Left Under the Williamson Road Overpass (and also:  What I Talk About When I Talk About Poetry):  Day Fourteen

A Quiet Reminder, Clipped to a Wire Fence by the Railroad Tracks:  Day Fifteen

A Promise, Left on a Park Bench in the Frost:  Day Sixteen

A Reminder to Myself, Hidden in the Boulders at Wind Rock:  Day Seventeen

A Strange Little Almost-Poem About Manholes (Yes, Really), Left on Top of One in the Middle of a Field:  Day Eighteen

Color and Words, Left in the Healing Garden by the Hospital:  Day Nineteen

A Call to Speak, Left at a Podium Facing the River:  Day Twenty

An Invitation to Look Again, Hung on a Tree in the Marsh:  Day Twenty-One

A One-Word Invitation, Chalked on an Abandoned Railroad Track:  Day Twenty-Two

A Promise of Warmer Days, Left at the Ballpark:  Day Twenty-Three

A Question, Left by a Brook in Garst Mill Park:  Day Twenty-Four

A Secret Message for a Special Someone, Left on a Rooftop Overlook: Day Twenty-Five

An Offering, Left in the Amphitheater at Elmwood Park:  Day Twenty-Six

One Simple Little Message, Left at Lake Spring Park:  Day Twenty-Seven

A Hint of What’s to Come:  Day Twenty-Eight

A Prayer, Left in a Rose Garden Where Nothing is Blooming:  Day Twenty-Nine

Thirty Wishes for My City:  Day Thirty

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