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Earlier this week I listened to Ezra Klein’s podcast interview of Marilynne Robinson, whom I’d never heard speak before. Initially, to my ear her voice sounded almost childlike, timid while also being sort of awestruck. Her ideas were firm and grounded, yet light and graceful.  I found her to be

I have a grandnephew turning three years old today.  Being born on Valentine’s Day seems special, but the “holiday-ness” of his birthday seems even more striking knowing that his father, my nephew Joey, is a “Leap Year baby”.  As I thought about this, I wondered whether Joey’s perspective on birthdays

About a month ago, my youngest daughter asked me if I’d like to go away with her for a couple of days after Thanksgiving. Having had some challenging conversations and disagreements during the past few months, we both decided it would be a good opportunity to go somewhere and just

Wow. It’s been a minute. Of imagining. Of creating. Of innovating. And momentum is building. And fundamentally changing perspectives and practices around divorce and family law. Since our first Consilium Institute training a little more than a year ago, we have had the great privilege of teaching over two hundred

People and Parkinson’s Disease; the surface we see and the people we love.Vast Oceans; the surface above and the sea life below.Where does the beauty live? It was many moons ago when my husband arrived at Yale and met Dave, one of his first friends there.  A number of years

Having boarded our flight from Dubrovnik to London for a connecting flight to Boston, I took my seat between my husband and Aaron, a young British father holding Avery, his twenty-month old daughter. Aaron was seated in the aisle seat across from his wife, who was holding Elizabeth, their other

While in Croatia I had an experience that made me recall a children’s book called Miss Rumphius, a story about a little girl who aspires to do something to make the world more beautiful. In that storybook her “something more beautiful” was planting lupine seeds all over the little island where

Zivjeli, or after one drink  just “Jer”, is the customary drinking toast in Croatia.  We were told that it roughly translates to “long life”, and that it’s important when toasting to look into one another’s eyes; without that connection, the meaning isn’t fulfilled. Long life and embracing its journey seems

As we meandered our bikes along the backroads of Zagreb and Split, Slunj and Korenica, we were in the vicinity of Bosnia and Herzegovina, where much of the Croatian War of Independence was fought from 1991-1995. Homes and the people living in them were hit hard by artillery and sustained