The closing of the year has come again. I have come to look forward to this time of reflection - in the space between travel and the holidays, there are usually moments to take stock of what has been accomplished and define where I am heading.  This year in particular feels like I am packing my bags with everything I’ve learned and heading into the vastness of 2026 with a sense of curiosity, wonder and abandon. It has been quite awhile since I have felt this way; and knowing me is to know...

The whirlwind and glow of the holidays are upon us. Twinkle lights are beginning to shine around the city, and my warmest jackets are already in heavy rotation. I’ve been thinking a lot about grace this month—grace for myself and for the people I encounter throughout my days and weeks. Lately, I’ve noticed a theme running through these encounters…a personal unraveling of sorts. And to be honest, it hasn’t been pretty. But there is something about that unraveling that I’ve decided to call...

I spent a gorgeous afternoon in Central Park last month, walking the trails - worn down steadily by many others feet, certainly, but more than their fair share by mine and Kiva’s over the years. When I lived in Harlem, I took near-daily walks down to circle the Harlem Meer, often stopping in my most favorite part of the entire city - The Conservatory Garden. Just as often, I’d veer off into the North Woods and walk the quiet paths completely surrounded by trees to what felt like a secret spot...