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

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * This is how it happens: I am out shopping, late Sunday afternoon, when I see on the […]

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

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  Earlier this week, I wanted to say something to all of us ladies who lean into the bathroom […]