Hope radiates outward from the center of our concerns. Hope dares us to stare the miraculous in the eye and have the courage not to look away.

I write to create red in a world that often appears black and white.

Our correspondences have wings - paper birds that fly from my house to yours - flocks of ideas crisscrossing the country. Once opened, a connection is made. We are not alone in the world.

My family lives all around me. We see each other daily. It's very, very complicated. I think that families hold us together and they split us apart.

When you are with a landscape or a human being where there is no need to speak, but simply to listen, to perceive, to feel.

Women piece together their lives from the scraps left over for them.

This is an incredibly creative time. It is a difficult time. It is a disparaging time. A time of cultural and global transitions based on the realization that the Earth cannot support nonsustainable practices anymore. I believe capitalism will eventually be replaced by a communitarian ethic where the rights and care of all beings will be taken into consideration, not just the greed of a corporate few.