Permission to Move On

Permission to Move On

A friend called me on Monday afternoon. He knew I’d hit a few rough and bumpy patches lately. He listened to me moan and whine and then he said some pretty powerful words. “You have 24 hours to feel bad about this — eat a lot of ice cream, whatever it is...
Process

Process

Our yard is covered in a blanket of fresh snow. For now, it’s clean and new, sparkly and undisturbed on this star-lit morning. For this moment, everything underneath is hidden from view. All I see is white. Earlier this fall, yellows and browns filled our yard....