seek and you shall find
- As a father I say "The way you treat my kids tells me how you feel about me." I could be wrong, but I've a hunch God feels this way too. 13 hours ago
- I've decided I'm giving out Wholly guacamole minis this year for Halloween treats. I'll share my street address closer to the day. 1 day ago
- I'm considering: 1. wearing a watch cap every day to work this fall 2. buying one of those @CherylStrayed "write like a mo" mugs 1 day ago
There’s a certain pleasure that comes from remembering something or someone. Sometimes it only takes a half-remembering but the rush is the same. Whether the memory is good or bad or hilarious or embarrassing (its moral scorecard value which tends to change if you’re becoming more human and not just getting older) holds no power over that initial surge of flat-out relief that there’s more to life than the here-and-now, that there was a there-and-then and something was there or someone was then and sometimes that was you, alive and knocking around in life’s vast storehouse of beauty.