I found myself daydreaming. I remember a pleasant September evening, 20 years ago. As with most fall evenings in northern … Continue reading allow yourself “to be”.
I’m always amazed when I go the eye doctor and he dials in the perfect prescription, by simply asking “is … Continue reading the way I see it.
I sat in the sparse kitchen of our rental home sharing stories of my school day with Mom. She listened intently, encouraging me to … Continue reading a valley.
Growing up, I left the door open when I ran out to play… every time… even in the winter. If Mom … Continue reading I can hear my Mom.