Dear Reader: This is Your Call to Adventure
I started our honeymoon eating a hot, soggy sandwich with mediocre fries. Which would not be that great of a story except that some 12 hours later, this series of events led me to have massive amounts of gastric distress on the side of the tallest mountain in NY State. This, dear Reader, is your call to adventure.
In Sickness and In Health
It was shocking to me how much his blood smelled like mine. That two people who were so different could also be so identical in this strange way seemed absurd… Could I be the Jackie O. to his JFK? Holding his hand one day and his head the next?
In How We Trust
How my experience as a thieving five-year-old affected my view of trust forever.
On the Front Porch, Looking In
In the frustration of selling a home and the constant rejection of trying to buy a new one, a rocking chair became my silent protest and in it, I found a slowness and stillness I could never have found otherwise.