Goodwill to all

I walked in these woods often as a child. These days, I visualize this as the world of my heart, where I rule as queen. Here at the center, I can see three truths that I try to carry with me into the outside world: One. Nothing and nobody can ever, EVER, come in here […]

My high school yearbook picture from 1989 with plenty of hairspray

One is silver

I graduated from Harvard in 1993, so my 25th reunion is coming up in 2018. Harvard is weird in a lot of ways, including the fact that they collect autobiographical essays from everyone in your class every five years, print them up as a book, and mail them out just before reunion. Here’s what I […]