Frida Kahlo is my hero because she lived authentically, created prolifically, and persevered fearlessly.
Crafting a well-turned phrase. Driving far in a car with my husband and our dog. Burrowing into old record bins to unearth hidden gems. Practicing culinary alchemy in the kitchen.
Nothing taught me more about grace than sitting vigil with my disabled brother as he lay dying. It sounds like a cliché, but the experience drew my family closer together and invited me to rethink what matters most in my life.