Love Letters
When I was packing for my move last June, I found them in the hall closet. A small stack of letters, written on gray parchment. Tied with a piece of red ribbon and kept in a small cedar box for over 40 years.
Love letters. From the first man who stole my heart.

‘Tis the season when we focus on gratitude. And nothing says “I totally appreciated that” like sending a handwritten note.
The end of 2019 seemed like a mad race to the finish. And the thought of setting goals, the pressure to plan something befitting the dawn of a new decade – even choosing my word for the year (a process I normally relish) – feels a bit daunting.
It’s practically impossible to resist the urge to make that “new year, new you” vow. You know the one: To look better, feel better, be better.
Grateful Heart
My throat’s been really sore the past few days. The kind of sore that radiates into your chest, makes swallowing torture, and talking a last resort.
As chief storyteller for Open Heart Creative, I just assumed I’d host a blog.
I’ve been telling stories about people, places and businesses my entire career. As Chief Storyteller at Open Heart Creative, I’m privileged to share my story in the process of helping other business owners share theirs.