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Forever Haunted

I will forever be haunted by this photo of garment factory workers in Bangladesh. I had an early hand in their death.

Posted in Death, Fashion | 10 Comments

My Walk with AIDS

On a Friday night over a week ago, I stood under a tent in a large urban park at a memorial service for no one in particular and for every one on this planet. I held the microphone in my hand and began. Began again. To tell my story of AIDS.

Posted in Children, Family, Memories, Motherhood, Volunteering | 9 Comments

Springtime Hello

My husband and I owned a home before the one we live in now. But to my father’s father, this is our first home. The other one was “nothing but air, really.” When we purchased the house we live in now, my grandfather practically rejoiced.

Posted in Family, Gardening, Memories | 6 Comments

Voices in My Head

I attended a charity luncheon last week, and the main speaker – a graduate of the program we were there to raise money for – spoke of her life, her troubles and her achievements.

Posted in Family, Friends, Mental Health, Philanthropy, Relationships | 6 Comments

Point of Pride

For the last 14 years, I have volunteered on an outreach, education and fundraising project for AIDS Walk Kansas City. And for the past 10 years, STUFF has been a corporate sponsor along with amazing small companies and businesses in Kansas City of the Mosaic Project.

Posted in Art, Collections, Philanthropy, Small Business, Volunteering | 2 Comments

A Prime Minister, a Secretary of State and a Retailer Walk Into a Bar

I have had mixed emotions since learning of Margaret Thatcher’s death.

Posted in Death, Historical Figures | 7 Comments

Living With History

I love driving. I like to be in control. I enjoy it. Last week I took a road trip with my husband and son during the younger one’s spring break. Our small family truly loves road trips.

Posted in Attractions, Cars, Entertainment, Family, Travel | 14 Comments

Not A Green Thumb

I do not have a green thumb. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to grow one either. I have watched my mother for years grow great things and enjoy it. I was raised helping her – alongside my sisters and father – make things bloom and prosper.

Posted in Color, Gardening, Memories, Seasons | 3 Comments

Health and the Human Heart

Yesterday I walked into Truman Hospital for the first time in 16 years – since the night my youngest sister died with dignity in their care. I haven’t been ignoring the place. I just haven’t had a reason to stop in.

Posted in Art, Death, Family, Health, Memories | 24 Comments

No Set Schedule

I couldn’t find my happiness this past Sunday. I tried.

Posted in Children, Family, Mental Health, Motherhood, Nature, Work | 2 Comments