Mitzi Viola

Old dogs, new tricks

When I was a child, I picked flowers for my grandmother from her yard. Each spring…
I. Give and take

{Part I in a series on re-envisioning philanthropy} ~~~ In my corner of the world, we…
Derailed {Where the railroad ends}

There’s this place nearby where the railroad ends. It’s four miles from my house as the…
Boston remix

This post was written in April after the Boston Marathon bombing. It is offered today in…
How to make an exit and other things I learned from my dog

That was to be the title of this piece. I thought of it a few months…
It all comes down to love

“The holiest of all the spots on Earth is where an ancient hatred has become a…
Durham, tune up and tune in

Off Key It’s an odd thing about music that a chord or note just a half…
A healing

Journey The open highway is an incubator for soul journeys. Most days we use life’s roadways…