Yesterday afternoon was a wonderful reminder of why I have always loved speaking to book clubs. It had been quite a while since I last joined one here in Charlotte, and the experience was truly revitalizing. The members were deeply engaged and curious about the creative process; more importantly, they offered the kind of insightful…
Opening Up
I recently read a piece about the power of opening oneself to new contexts and ways of thinking. While it didn’t offer a specific roadmap, the phrase “opening up” resonated deeply. It raised a personal challenge: Is it possible to truly shift my perspective now, long after the age when most people have settled into…
Inertia — Building a Landslide
I’ve been grappling with Newton’s First Law of Motion lately—specifically, the part about Inertia. I can’t quite generate the energy necessary to move the huge boulder which is me and what I want to do with the rest of my life, so I tend to end up remaining at rest. Suzy calls it a “very…
The Redemption of “I”
I stand before you today changed, having been rightfully accused of defaming the ninth letter of our alphabet. To make amends for my past transgressions against ‘I,’ let us turn our gaze toward its crowning achievement: “Inspiration.” It is a word that is most definitely not icky, irritating, or ill-favored. In truth, do we not…
Who Am I
There is a curious phonological phenomenon in the English language: the letter “I” often serves as the gateway to our discomforts. When we speak of the irritable, the icky, or the insufferable, the vowel sits at the front of the mouth, sharp and thin. It is the sound of an interruption, a jagged edge in…