My mom taught me about class, and love of language, and dignity, and strength. And grace. And kindness. And love. She'd LIKE to teach me how to cook, but that's doomed to failure.
My dad taught me about freedom, and independence, and travel, and being different, and irreverance, and questioning authority, and following your own path, and fearlessness, and performing.
Leynie taught me about intellectual integrity, and work ethic, and Margaret Atwood, and simplicity and truth in performace and writing.
Miss Vicki kept me after school in preschool every day and taught me how to read.
Africa taught me about simplicity, and slowing down, and the fierce growth that happens in struggle and quiet.
Rita and Kate taught me about generosity, about what you get when you let go and give, and share, and relax.
Laura taught me how an artist sees.
Mike is teaching me about integrity and honor and courage.
Mags is teaching me about wisdom.
Matt is teaching me about idealism: living it, making it real.
I learn a lil' bit from the people in my life every day. I love the feeling of being humbled in the face of what we have to learn from each other.