I had a specific photo I wanted to scan to share. I came into my office, opened a drawer filled with photo albums. The particular one I wanted was not there. While searching through other picture books, with family photos, I found myself teary. Photos of my parents when they were young touched my …
The reason the button in my brain, entitled “beat myself up,” does not have an off position is unknown to me. I wish it did. Last week I was determined to make Amazon and my family happy by doing Christmas shopping. With step-three daughters (and spouses) and their families living in different English communities …
I awakened this morning, determined that I would get past my morning routine, and immediately begin writing my blog post for this week. My thoughts galloping ahead of me, ready to jump the hurdles of procrastination, distractions, and what to write—they seem anxious to appear on the page. But…the topic caused me to reign …