I’m feeling…somber.

George Floyd is yet another victim in a long list of black men and women who have been killed by people who are meant to protect them. The words “I can’t breathe” have become a sickening pattern. Not this again! How can this keep happening? Why is this happening?

Confession: I could not watch the video of his tragic death. I don’t have the stomach for it.

LAS VEGAS, NV – OCTOBER 02: A cowboy hat lays in the street  (Photo by David Becker/Getty Images) image used with permission pending

How can I write about divorce when there’s so much crap going on? This week was a doozy, yes? If you are offended by swear words, then click away and come back next week.

Las Vegas, AK rifles, massacres, terrorist attacks, hurricane destruction—-yuck. Violent words. Violent worlds.

#1000VoicesSpeak for Compassion today and on the 20th of every month. The subject this month? CONNECTION. We don’t always feel it. My first thought on this topic was how often I have felt disconnected but my constant connection has been nature. If you ever feel alone or lonely…

I wrote this piece last Spring but have never published it until now. I was moved and inspired by a video made by The New York City Rescue Mission.

With the #1000VoicesSpeakforCompassion movement started by Lizzi Rogers over at Considerings-Life In Silver Linings, I thought now is the perfect time to share it.

It’s not so much about other people’s compassion as it is about my own, that I believe was lacking in the past and still today.  It’s about the homeless. It’s also about my own experience and my learned reaction to people on the street. I have a long way to go to be