Happiness. It's relative.
Riding in our truck on the freeway, I am wishing I was riding in our truck on the freeway. It occurs to me that often the wish for the next time crowds out the time I’m in. Anticipation and yearning are reflexes honed by… Continue Reading “Always Getting Ahead of Myself”
I’m not there (on my back porch). Because I’m here (at BlogHer in NYC). As quickly as I’d put on the wet wooly cloak of dependence and trepidation, I threw it off. It helped that my husband drove me to the airport and didn’t… Continue Reading “Green Day”
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