My Voice Walks Into a Room

My voice walks into a room. I was going to start with hello? It’s me… by way of introduction but then I realized Adele already took that and now you’re all singing and I don’t have Adele’s voice and that’s not the kind of voice I’m talking about, and – Let’s start over. My voice... Continue Reading →

Questions: The next and deeper truth

Lately, I find myself thinking about questions. A friend's 4-year-old, in the middle of the night, recently asked her the ultimate important question: "Mom, why do wolves avoid peanut butter sandwiches?" How long has it been since you wondered something so fanciful? More importantly -- how long has it been since you asked that question... Continue Reading →

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