One sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes tired from work: some days guessing at the weather of our lives, some days giving thanks for a love that loves…
It’s hard to accept that you are you. In my particular case, it’s taken years to accept that I am not great at follow-through; or that I will never be…
Beginnings are happy things. So many things to look forward to. So much to do. So many chances to get it right: 365 of them. Endings are always hard, usually…
