When we change the way we look at things, the things we look at change. – Wayne Dyer Last August a giant Roadblock arrived in my life in the form of injury. A foot injury that the doctor told me would take a full year to recover from. The first two months, I was gripped with an irrational fear. A… Read More
Spring Break
I feel like playing. The kids are out of school this week, the sun is shining and the puppy looks at me with timeless ambition that reminds me that RIGHT NOW is a good time to drop what I am doing and go for a walk. Or give her treats. That sense of so much to do and so little… Read More
Hiding
This morning the trees have been bursting through their buds, green leaves popping up everywhere. The grass is an emerald green carpet, bringing memories of Ireland to mind. The birds have combined their songs for a continuous chorus. It’s eighty degrees. In March. And I am outside writing. In Chicago. It is either paradise, or a sign that the end of… Read More