People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.

Behind My Eyes

I start a load of laundry, take the boy to school, pour a cup of coffee, put the dogs out, answer email.

I fold a load of laundry, make some phone calls, drink another cup of coffee, sit at my desk and write a few listless words that won’t go where I want them . . . → Read More: Behind My Eyes

Surrender All

When I drop Carter, age 8, off at school, we enjoy a ritual of words and kisses.

“Work hard!” I say, and he gives me a hug and one kiss.

“Learn lots!” I say, and he gives me a hug and two kisses.

“Have fun!” I say, and he gives me a hug and . . . → Read More: Surrender All

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