The Heart of the Matter — Kindness

A short story about love

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A short story about love

My friend Deb left me a voicemail.  Deb’s college-aged daughter, Sam, was sad. Sam's roommate, Morgan, had just lost her dad. (l to r: Morgan, MC, KatBart and Sam)  Sam and her friends wanted to let Morgan know how much they cared about her and didn’t know exactly how to do that. “Will you mail Sam a copy of your Gift of a Memory book?” Deb asked me on voicemail.   I mailed Sam my book. And Sam, a typical teen who loves Instagram and SnapChat, carried the book around and asked people write notes to Morgan.   And they did.  Things like,...

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The Gifts of Instead

Children's Books Connection Kindness OpenHearted Living The Heart's Journey WisdomCatcher

The Gifts of Instead

I was scheduled for a pre-mother's day book event at The Book Passage, an amazing and popular bookstore just over the Golden Gate Bridge. This beautiful and vibrant bookstore did everything right. They made flyers. Promoted me on their website.  Shared me online. Readied the room with chairs and a microphone and a book display.   I did everything right, too. I gathered my supplies. Set aside the time. Drove the 90 minutes from my house, ready to read and create and connect. Then, no one showed up. Not one person. Not one mother, dad or cute kid. Johanna, the event host, and I waited in...

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Choosing Kindness

Kindness OpenHearted Living The Heart's Journey

I was tired and crabby yesterday and knew I needed to go the store for wrapping paper. Turning into the Rite Aid parking lot, I was stopped mid-turn by a teenage boy in his cute little sports car in front of me. My van and I stuck out into oncoming traffic. But honestly, I had time.  I honked my horn. He turned around to see who beeped at him, and sat an extra 2 seconds to really annoy me. He succeeded and we both pulled in, of course going to the same place. It’s easier to be a jerk from the anonymity of one’s car. I got out. He got out. We looked at each other. “You can’t just sit...

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