Ever since our children were born, I’ve mused on the notion that childbirth and space travel have many things…
It happened this morning.
It strikes me as the perfect metaphor for our goal-oriented behavior.
Dry creek beds of sadness.
Old wounds of depression.
Thank you for driving me away from X (formerly Twitter).
Being among the millions, dare I say billions, who check their Feed on Facebook, I’ve started to wonder…
We see it all around us.
Elderly citizens electing to have knee and hip replacements as often as teeing up for…