Could it be that our frenzied days actually have very little to do with what’s required of us and perhaps instead serve as a mask of our own making? Yikes. I type that and I read it back and I know this is me.Activity. Productivity. Making my time and my person...
There’s a nakedness you feel when you lose a parent as if now the covering (no matter how thin the sheen or how old your body) between you and the haphazard world around you is gone. You’re exposed to the elements. As we enter one of Hallmark’s days, I’m reminded...