is served in service and trust. In the idea of presence in the moment and grace in the outcome.
I am the first to admit I get attached to things. If it weren’t for the fact I hate clutter, I’d be a classic hoarder in every sense of the word. (Not the trash kind though…..that’s just nasty.) I even...
You look back over time with something akin to nostalgia. Walking to the train station, hands plunged deep into pockets of a black winter coat, streetlights blinking through the damp mist. City lights reflected in dark canals. Noise spilling like...
I am a mom. A wife. A friend. A daughter. A teacher. A writer. I try to be so many things to so many people, but when I stop to think about it I come up feeling like sometimes I...
