I wrote once about holding life in like you would a butterfly, gently and with open hands. It’s less inspirational to write about hands open and empty, once the butterflies fly away, or trees standing bare and frozen once all the leaves have fallen. It’s beautiful to let things go, until everything looks dead and void.Read More The Beauty of Letting Go?
I worked at a grocery store in high school. I spent around fifteen hours a week scanning, punching in produce codes, “would you like paper or plastic?” And after several hours of rushed customers, moms with wailing toddlers, and persnickety grandmothers insisting on “double bags” around their canned goods, I would punch out, roll my […]Read More Fair Trade Friday: Small Steps