Now is a good time for listening, and learning.
I hear you. #BlackLivesMatter

It has to be crystal clear where the Glover Gardens blog stands on racism and prejudice.

In the winter of our COVID-19 discontent, spring is a reminder that resilience, empathy and love are the strongest contagions.

And then, all of the sudden, it flew away, wafting on the breeze high above the cypress trees, its wings fluttering a timeless message: fear not, only believe.

The story this picture tells is the relentless march of “progress” and how we continue to eradicate nature in favor of more and more and more and MORE cement and “convenience”.

Winter will make way for spring, in many ways.

Conversations with my Dad about the meaning of classic films we watched helped to form my values and view of the world.

Crepo Elementary School fourth-grader Brandon Curbow tackled the timely topics of school safety and gun control while presenting his winning speech at the 24th annual Martin Luther King Jr. Oratory Competition.

Inclusiveness is the only way we can ever be whole.

I’d like to get better at being in the moment, truly living, absorbing, feeling, whatever it is that I’m doing. Being more mindful, overall.

Simple, profound and essential, this message is timeless, and yet I feel that there is an underlying urgency about it right now.

A funk song from 1968 provides a leadership lesson almost 50 years later.

Stuff that needs to be said.

Still Life: Seashells with Shellac on a Paper Bag.

Reflections on an open mind, a growth mindset and an open heart. An open heart is the hardest.

This haiku is for every extraordinary woman who sometimes needs affirmation.

I’ve always wondered how our beasts of burden feel about their “jobs”. Are their feet hurting? Do they enjoy being useful, understanding how important they are to us, or do they want to go on strike for better working conditions, a day off, or higher “wages”?

Hell on wheels, my observations from driving the grocery store go-cart after foot surgery.

My cousin’s kid is a baker with big dreams about the Culinary Institute’s summer camp and a future bakery.

A wake-up song appropriate for a jet-lagged traveler is actually a wake-up call for much, much more.