I came across the poem below, and it gave me an idea.

I went to Turkey for the first time when I was five years old. We spent part of the summer visiting my maternal grandparents in the small town of Kozlu, near the Black Sea. I don’t remember much about that first trip to Turkey, but I remember that I didn’t like the food . . .

When push comes to shove, when it comes right down to it, when you see something bad or wrong happening around you, would you say something about it? If you saw someone being bullied or saw someone being hurt by another person, what would you do?

I’m into what would be 38 days of 50 Days of Random Acts of Love and Kindness, aka the Spread Love Project. What a difference 38 days makes!

I’m 15 days in to my 50 Days of Random Acts of Love and Kindness, aka the Spread Love Project.

Mother Teresa’s quote has been running through my mind a lot these days. Do I spread love wherever I go? And how would I do that? What does it look like? Do people come to me leaving happier? When I really thought about it, I couldn’t say that was the case.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness month and before this month is over, I’m getting my yearly mammogram.

Yep, I’m doing it. This is it. The beginning. I’ve started my web site and this blog, this collection of essays.