Maria Shriver

1 week ago | mariashriversundaypaper.com | Maria Shriver

I was so looking forward to being home this week. I’ve been out on the road for the last month, and I’m heading out again next week—this time to Dallas. But both my actual home and my “home within” felt upside down this week. One of those is easier to explain. I’m moving back into my home—or at least trying to—after living in a rental for the past year. But it’s the “home within” that felt the most disrupted.

2 weeks ago | mariashriversundaypaper.com | Maria Shriver

In the movie Field of Dreams, Kevin Costner is asked, "Is this heaven?"His reply? “No, this is Iowa!"I thought of that quote earlier this week when I traveled to Iowa to talk about my book and women’s leadership. Coincidentally, I was also thinking a lot about heaven—above and here on Earth. I started thinking about heaven on Easter Monday when I heard that my hero, Pope Francis, had made his way on up there. I’m sure he got a standing ovation when he got to heaven, as well he should.

3 weeks ago | mariashriversundaypaper.com | Maria Shriver

I awoke midweek in yet another hotel room. This time it was San Francisco. I lay in bed thinking about the events of the last few nights and the people I met—people from all walks of life having all kinds of experiences and dealing with all kinds of things. I thought about the smiles that I saw, the tears that were shared with me, and the hopes and dreams that connected us.

3 weeks ago | mariashriversundaypaper.com | Maria Shriver

The Dwelling Place I dwell in possibility Wrote Emily Dickinson Where do you dwell she queried In what do you dwell Think about it My heart pounded I strained to think Harder and harder I searched for my dwelling place My mind bounced Not here not there This question spoke to me from my deepest depths Until all went quiet You dwell in love Said a little voice My child you dwell in the hope of love the possibility of love The healing nature of it You were born from love Now you live from that...

1 month ago | mariashriversundaypaper.com | Maria Shriver

The other day, my granddaughter Eloise picked up my new book, I Am Maria, and said out loud, “This is my Mama G’s book about her pony. It says, ‘When I was a little girl, I learned how to trot… the end.’”I laughed when I heard her say this because, in many ways, this week on the road for me was about ending one chapter of my life and beginning another.