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Upgrading my search terms

“It is natural for you to play, to skip, to dance…anything else is resistance.”–Abraham-Hicks I’m giving a talk this evening about my book on quirky things in Kansas. My state, I gleefully discovered, has no shortage of curiosities including the world’s largest hairball and a motorcycle made from cow bones. Which is to explain that, […]

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There is a hum in you

“Nanny Ogg looked under her bed in case there was a man there. Well, you never knew your luck.”—Terry Prachett My life seems to be one big OMG after another. Karen Drucker (yes THAT Karen Drucker!), the one who has recorded 19 CD’s and won about every award an inspirational songwriter can win, is writing […]

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The Divine Buzz and Me: A Love Story

“A feeling of peace and well-being spread through her veins.”—Ann Patchett While brunching on Saturday, my friend Judy asked if I was up for an experiment. She has been using psychologist Arthur Aron’s 36 questions. It’s a device, according to an essay in the New York Times’ Modern Love column, for accelerating intimacy. I think […]

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Why I live by Bobby McFerrin’s “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” mantra

“Dare to love yourself as if you were a rainbow with gold at both ends.” ― Aberjhani 
 This is getting crazy. I just heard about two college professors at two different colleges who assigned, E-Squared. For college credit. One is even going to send me her students’ papers which, as she said, were “pretty […]

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There’s still time to enter the E-Cubed Selfie Challenge: the contest where everyone wins

“I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.”– George Washington Carver You might remember that quote from E-Cubed. It’s in the experiment about getting an important message from the natural world, the one about the Divine 24/7 Buzz. […]

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Move over, Garmin! Following your joy is the best GPS

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”—Emily Bronte One afternoon, when Taz was four, she was playing “mom” in the backyard with her friend, Ashley. Ashley had taken her turn being “mom” and had dutifully washed the pretend dishes, hung up the pretend laundry and ordered her pretend daughter, Taz, to […]

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