April 2012

The Happiest Place

April 27, 2012

Okay, look. I’m just going to give you fair warning: I’m going to dork out a little here. Actually, a lot. I wasn’t expecting to dork out, even though I have a very low threshold for dorking. But I did dork out. I am dorking out. About being at Disney World. As a Cast Member.

I don’t know why it makes such a difference. Disney World hasn’t changed since I was here last year. I haven’t really changed, either, except in the usual ways that one changes over the course of a year. (Yes, much in my life has changed. America. New York. Babble. But I haven’t changed. Mostly.) But it somehow makes a difference, having this little silver pass in my pocket, and sundry cards upon which the imprint The Walt Disney Company, and being able to say, I’m a Cast Member. I guess because, I’m now family, and becoming part of a family that you love is kind of a rush.

Of course, one of the things that is wonderful about Disney is that it is so inclusive, so welcoming. Everyone is family here. Everyone belongs. Everyone gets to participate in the happy. Say what you want about it being a business, about it being a global corporation — it is nonetheless – fully nonetheless – a bubble of happiness. And I love being part of that bubble.

I love it a lot.

/DORK DORK DORK

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Beyond Good And Apathy: What Does It Mean To Do Good In The Age Of The Internet?

April 23, 2012

I wrote this post a couple of years ago, in a moment of desperate hand-wringing about what it means to do good online. I’ve been thinking about it a lot in recent weeks, as I’ve dug further into social good efforts, here and at Babble. I love using social media for social good, and exploring [...]

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Happiness Is A Margarita And A Kitten

April 16, 2012

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a cute fireman holding a kitten and a bottle of tequila will capture the attention of any red-blooded woman within kitten-sensing distance. Or, rather, it is a truth that I have acknowledged, although I’m pretty sure that few would disagree with me. Yes, I know that I’m dealing [...]

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The Work Of The Heart

April 15, 2012

I barely wrote a word last week. Part of it was, I was exhausted. Exhausted in body, exhausted in soul. I had thought that I could land back in America and just hit my usual stride, not missing a beat. Well, maybe one or two beats, beats that I would skip-hop over with some poetry [...]

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It Was The Sound Of A Crescendo

April 9, 2012

I’ve been back in North America for about 48 hours now, and I’m still adjusting, physically and emotionally. My body is tired, of course. So is my heart: I only had a day with my husband and kids before they drove off to Canada to deal with the sale of our house. So, too, are [...]

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These, Our Children

April 6, 2012

We were talking, some of us on the learning tour, about why the children that we’ve met in Uganda have had such an effect on us. I said – as I have so very many times in the past – that I believe that people who are parents are more likely than others to be [...]

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The Exultation Of The Possible

April 4, 2012

Kampala, Uganda / April 2012 (I am here, learning.) (Here is something I have learned. It was not a lesson that I expected, and is all the more precious for that.) (Yes, I found the words. As I knew I would.) (“Play is the exultation of the possible” – Martin Buber said that. He was [...]

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Words For Things For Which Words Can’t Suffice

April 3, 2012

This guy. This guy just embodies all that is wonderful and disconcertingly beautiful about the children here, in Kampala. He is all round cheeks and soft skin and tiny chubby hands and a pout – the pout that is, I think, universal to toddlers – but, too, he is solemn, and proud, and his eyes [...]

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On A Jet Plane

April 1, 2012

7am, Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam. The lines of jetstream in the sky seem to make a checkerboard. Or a hexagon. Or the giant apocalyptic throwing stars of rebel angels. Or something. You see all sorts of things when you’ve been awake for 24 hours. (From here, I fly to Kampala, Uganda. I’ve been traveling for about [...]

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