I am so proud of my daughter and her (all-volunteer) work. I invite you to visit the website of the nonprofit that Sara co-founded, and consider donating online to support their efforts to protect women's rights activists and their families. They operate on a shoestring budget, often using personal funds when no donations are available, and every dollar raised is directly used to help vulnerable Afghan women reach safety. I'm grateful for your consideration, and inspired by these remarkable women.![]()
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www.theglobeandmail.com/opinion/article-we-owe-afghanistans-women-so-much-more/
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Steadfastly supporting at-risk Afghan activists and allies on their journey to safety. Donate now ABOUT US We are a women-led, all-volunteer NGO, which fights for the futures and freedoms of...
My sunrise walk often is my happiest time of the day. This morning a meadowlark sang from a bush by the dam. Soon she was joined by the scree of a red-winged blackbird, and then the quacking of a duck. The heron flew north across the lake. Swallows hunted for mosquitos in the grasses. Wild chicory with its turquoise blossoms and purple clover were the flowers of the morning. On the bridge a cottonwood shimmered above me. Its first golden leaf floated on the water. The cattails swayed along the western edge of the lake. And in the south, blue/black clouds and booms of thunder.
Today is launch day for my 12th book, A Life in Light. I also have an essay about light in the New York Times. As a girl I wanted to write, but I didn’t believe I could do it. In my 40s, I decided I would study writing. Reviving Ophelia was published when I was 47. And now at 74, I am still writing. I never imagined I would be so lucky.![]()
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Opinion | How I Build a Good Day When I’m Full of Despair at the World
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Be the person you want to live with every day of your life.
Since the heat wave arrived, I’ve been walking at sunset and early morning. Last night, the air was as thick as pudding and the gnats and mosquitos were out. The swallows dived overhead as they chased their rich feasts. The first lightning bugs of the year lit up the grasses. Frogs croaked from Holmes Lake. ![]()
This morning, the world seemed new again. Meadowlarks and red-winged blackbirds called out their greetings. Pink, yellow, white, and purple flowers dotted the meadows by the walking trail. The leaves of the cottonwoods shimmered. The cattails nodded with the breeze. As the sun rose, the halfmoon crossed the southern sky.![]()
What is the purpose of all this beauty?![]()
To remind us that life is good, that we are good, and that we have every good reason to work for a peaceful world and a sustainable planet. Where there is life, there is hope. And we can always find life by walking outside.