Altruism

A Small and Simple Story about Violet and Her Boundaried Empathy

A Small and Simple Story about Violet and Her Boundaried Empathy

People who know how to lift up others without losing themselves in the process understand sustainability. They naturally draw upon what I think of as boundaried empathy. Let’s face it, our reserves are low and a lot of us are feeling tapped out. I am. These last few years have been a bit of a slog. Yet, I notice there are still those who are able to give with thought and intention while accounting for their own deeply held limitations, then teach from that example. I pay close attention to them. 

A Small and Simple Story About the Steady Constant of Grass

A Small and Simple Story About the Steady Constant of Grass

The world is hard again and for most people it never got easy. In times like this, the sturdy and resilient among us shine like beacons in a storm. We need these people desperately, yet seldom do we use the currency of our voices to lift them. To turn the tide, let me tell you about one such person.

A Small and Simple Story About Getting Used to Others Again

A Small and Simple Story About Getting Used to Others Again

A year of self-regulation and being alone a lot amplified any tendencies we had to be introverts so re-engaging feels like work. Dan and I were taking steps to re-enter society and spread our wings like hatchlings who stayed too long in the nest, we rubbed our zoom-weary eyes and started to rev up, gaining speed daily. And then quite suddenly, we lost our internet, landlines, wireless, and cable for the weekend, which stunted liberation in ways that surprised us like an unmarked speed bump on an unfamiliar road…

A Small and Simple Story About the Value of Repetition

A Small and Simple Story About the Value of Repetition

I have grown fond of laundry. Actually, all repetitive tasks are largely underappreciated. Rhythmic and cyclical, laundry can be both calming and productive, simultaneously getting something done while pushing away any cramped, worried thoughts carried around all day like held breathe. I really can’t think about those things right now, I’m busy doing the laundry…


A Small and Simple Story About Reimagining What It Means to Be Responsible to Others


A Small and Simple Story About Reimagining What It Means to Be Responsible to Others

I met Keith in the fall of 1996 on the opening day of the newly constructed Bentwood Elementary School, home of the Bentwood Bluejays, in Overland Park, Kansas. Wearing a red and black plaid shirt, easy smile, and wire-rimmed glasses, Keith looked more like a mandolin player in a bluegrass band than the lead janitor at the school…

Mother Memories; A Small and Simple Story About Elevated Regifting

Mother Memories; A Small and Simple Story About Elevated Regifting

My friend held on to it all these years and then when she decided to re-home it, she gave it to me because she knew I was ready to receive it. Her timing was perfect and I felt wonder, not sorrow, at the sight of it. It was a reflection of my mother, so delicate and filled with music. I gently twisted the fragile children, they slowly turned as tinny notes of a song about love pinged from its base. Covered in mother memories, I cupped the gift in my hands and felt a little more of my long-held grief turn to mourning…