Sorting Time

I count on the end of each year as my moment forĀ self-reconciliation, my opportunity to think through the year gone by and decide what it all means. Me, the bookkeeper AND the books, settled in at an imagined table to see how I did this year, my life a one-woman business of sorts. And I …

A Gift of Time

Alex had hinted that he was giving me something for Christmas that couldn't be quantified in dollars. I didn't realize how much so until I opened his gift this afternoon. I confess, I burst into tears, and kept saying, "Really? Is this real?" In a way, I receive gifts like this on an almost daily …