This Journey We Call Life
I love to travel. One of my earliest travel memories is of a trip to White Sands, New Mexico. I have a vague recollection of scooping up as many of the powdery white grains of Read More …
I love to travel. One of my earliest travel memories is of a trip to White Sands, New Mexico. I have a vague recollection of scooping up as many of the powdery white grains of Read More …
The hot, hazy days of summertime bring to mind trips to the swimming pool and what a good metaphor it is for life beneath the surface. Some who come to the pool prefer to stay Read More …
The summer before our oldest child started middle school, I was presented with an unexpected opportunity. Upon learning he would be taking a week-long business trip to San Antonio, Texas, my husband asked if I’d Read More …