This type of iris, named for my grandmother, blooms in both the spring and the fall. When they do, I greet them by name and think about her indomitable spirit.
From nearly the beginning of writing this blog I’ve had a category tagged beauty and wonder. I was re-reading a few of those posts this morning, since we are all, once again, being urged to look for the helpers, as Mister Rogers said. If you haven’t yet read it, Maura Judkis, the daughter of the photographer who captured the now-famous image, wrote a lovely essay about the boy in the picture.
Here’s what else I’ve been reading, listening to, and admiring…
Just Mercy, by Bryan Stevenson
The Lucky Red Tie – Micah Truran on The Moth
The Boys in the Boat, by Daniel James Brown
The Can-Do Playground in Wilmington, DE
How virtual reality can create the ultimate empathy machine, by Chris Milk
And I’m re-reading:
The 95 Theses of the Cluetrain Manifesto (because they are as fresh and relevant today as they were in 1999)
Suck.com: a fish, a barrel, and a smoking gun (because it’s also good to remember how far we’ve come)