Y'know “…in the event of an emergency, put your own oxygen mask on first."...? Well, writing’s my oxygen mask. It's the thing that keeps me from losing my shit when I feel like I'm losing my shit.

I have no idea what happened to the people in the brown SUV. It could have been us. It almost was. A split second (and the hubster’s quick acceleration) is all that saved us.

“The calendar flips and nothing is different, really. Still, there's much to celebrate: the world's the same, and never the same river twice.” A poem for the new year.

A story of the magic of co-creation in New York on a gorgeous sunny day. With a little inspiration to create your own magic any day perhaps.