Tiny cloud puffs line the eastern sky, buoyed across the Oakland hills with a cluster gathering around the tip…
My wish for you, and some may call it a prayer, is that your days begin to dovetail. More and more. That moments begin to fall into alignment. That minutes begin to click together. Actions with words. Skills with needs. Music with lyrics.
Long ago in my college algebra class, I had a professor from India. When a student was struggling with a problem, she always said, “Just look into the…