Tag Archive: David Whyte

Oct 13

Poetry

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October 13, 2011

Tonight I was reminded of one of the phone conversations in which I knew that MBE and I were a good match. Wait, did I just say good? That doesn’t really cover it appropriately.

One night, very early in our phone courtship, we were talking late into the night about…something…I have no idea what. I …

Tags: David Whyte, Mr. Blue Eyes, poems

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Apr 25

The Miracle of the Mix Tape

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Miracles

by Leah Carey

April 25, 2011

Over the weekend I finished reading Jodi Picoult’s new book Sing You Home. I think it’s her best book since My Sister’s Keeper and I relished every page. Even the ones where I wanted to smack people who don’t actually exist except in her story.

On pages 135 and 136 (yes, I cared enough to …

Tags: 23rd Psalm, Barbra Streisand, Billy Joel, Bobby McFerrin, Close to Home, compilation, Cruisin', David Whyte, Diana Krall, Duets, Eminem, Falsettos, Goodnight My Angel, Gwyneth Paltrow, Huey Lewis, I Feel the Spirit, Inner Visions, Jodi Picoult, Like a Prayer, Lime in the Coconut, Lose Yourself, Madonna, mix tape, music, Narrow Daylight, Rent, Romeo & Juliet, Self-Portrait, Shakespearean sonnet, Shall I Compare Thee, Shirley Caesar, Sing You Home, Tango Maureen, The Girl in the Other Room, What More Can I Say

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Leah Carey is a transformational workshop leader, author, speaker, and life coach. She is also a journalist for a daily newspaper covering approximately 50 communities in northern New Hampshire and Vermont. Far from being born a natural optimist, Leah has spent time in the trenches. For over two decades she struggled with chronic depression, believing that no matter how hard she worked or how much she accomplished, she was never good enough and no one could ever understand.