You Can’t Write Your Own Obituary
November 26, 2017
Last night I dreamt I was driving my car down a crowded highway, and just as in my waking hours, l was in a hurry to get wherever I was
Last night I dreamt I was driving my car down a crowded highway, and just as in my waking hours, l was in a hurry to get wherever I was
“You like me!” – Actress Sally Field, 1984 Academy Award acceptance speech I really want you to like this piece. I don’t mean that I want you to enjoy
These are days when gratitude might not come easy. It’s tempting to scan the horizon each morning and to let your gaze rest and fix solely on the things that
Every year since my father died, I hope the uninvited guest doesn’t show. Every year around this time I think, “Maybe this will be the year that he won’t make
Last night I dreamt I was driving my car down a crowded highway, and just as in my waking hours, l was in a hurry to get wherever I was
“You like me!” – Actress Sally Field, 1984 Academy Award acceptance speech I really want you to like this piece. I don’t mean that I want you to enjoy
These are days when gratitude might not come easy. It’s tempting to scan the horizon each morning and to let your gaze rest and fix solely on the things that
Every year since my father died, I hope the uninvited guest doesn’t show. Every year around this time I think, “Maybe this will be the year that he won’t make