My old friend.
My memory says we first met on a warm summer day when I was about four years old. We were … Continue reading My old friend.
Tag: #mindfulness
…just one more breath.
we choose.
It’s early Sunday morning. The sun is bright. The wind is brisk. It’s a sweater day — even if you’re … Continue reading we choose.
Living a life, between…
For months, I’ve been preoccupied with an odd, sad emotion. It seems everywhere I turn, people judge others. Winners or … Continue reading Living a life, between…
the rewards of being less-than-perfect…
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…
counting drips…
When Brennan was 8-years old we heard him giggling in the back seat of our car riding to a soccer … Continue reading counting drips…
“a” is for…
Nope!… not apple. Let me explain. Step 1. First, think about something you accomplished recently… something that took effort and … Continue reading “a” is for…
shuffling like grandpa.
A small man. Just over 5 feet tall, 120 pounds with suitcase in hand. Quiet. Better said, nearly silent. I … Continue reading shuffling like grandpa.
