Walking to the train, I found myself replaying an exchange from yesterday. Not just once, but on a continuous loop. I kept … Continue reading the rewards of being less-than-perfect…
Yesterday afternoon I mowed the lawn. It was a cool fall day, colorful leaves decorating the ground, crispness in the air. … Continue reading the intersection of I-10 and I-25.
I sit typing, sipping java, concentrating. Mylo enters, pounces against my chair and barks, “it’s time to play!” “No”, I say… … Continue reading be perfectly impatient.
The journey is about becoming our best, whole self. Becoming implies action… moving… changing. And this takes courage… and usually, … Continue reading a box on the beach.
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’ve lived in 39 homes in 14 states. Every time I moved, I was forced to adapt. Moving did something … Continue reading moving day.