This morning I read this letter that John Steinbeck wrote to his son about love. His son, a youngster away at boarding school, confessed to being in love and Steinbeck responded with words heartfelt and true. ” There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. […]Read more "Restoring Radical Empathy"
It has been a week since we packed up the car and drove out of the mountains. It was cold and rainy on our way out of town and even though we left well after sun-up, the sky continued to look like day break until almost noon. The sun elbowed its way through the clouds […]Read more "Everyone Needs A Little Montana"
I know how lucky I am to have this guy legally attached to me til death do us part, but I just feel like the world should know how lucky it is to have a Mr. B in it. I’ve watched (and, granted, I am a biased third party) over the last several years as he […]Read more "Let Freedom Ring!"
Team Beahan is taking a grand leap this summer. We are selling Casa Beahan in Seattle, putting all our worldly possessions in storage and going on the road for the foreseeable future. We are on a quest to find our new home. Why? Why would we leave a house we love, a neighborhood we totally jive with, a community […]Read more "The Long Way Home"