To every season, turn, turn, turn.
Before my time, in 1965, the Byrds wrote a song called turn, turn, turn. My dad used to play it for me when I was younger, and as I sit...
To every season, turn, turn, turn.
Where is the humanity?
The Bog of Eternal Stench
Gumption
Expectations Vs. Reality
103 Emails?!?
Elephants Welcome.
What I want you to know.
Thinking About Change
Kicking The Cooler
Speaking of Comfort Zones
Out of my comfort zone
Perfect isn’t possible
What a month it has been!
I used to avoid walking...at all costs.
A New Beginning
A Lesson in Presence
Standing on my soapbox: The importance of rest
A Little Bit of Authenticity
Not Yoga, but Covid