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"
For me, Seattle is like that boyfriend/girlfriend you just can’t quit. I had a big huge crush on her when I was a baby-hipster back in the late ’90s (were we hipsters then? I don’t think so, we were…grunge babies? Gen X-ers? I don’t know. That’s another blog). I finally got the chance to live […]Read more "Love Letter to Seattle"