That room containing all the versions of myself in fragments of stuff sits there untouched week after week. Silent, waiting. looming over me like a giant to do list that I can never complete. How do I organize it, I asked ChatGBT. " you don't have an organization problem you have a decision problem." it flaunted.
A letter to my grandmother
As parents we are always saying farewell. From the moment a baby is born we begin the process of separation. It’s easy to forget in the day to day business of living, that our job as parents is to set our people free, let them fly, give them wings so they can soar into a … Continue reading Fly Away Home
As parents we are always sending our children off into the world. From the moment they are born we begin the process of separation. It’s easy to forget in the day to day business of living, that our job as parents is to set our people free, let them fly, give them wings so they … Continue reading Fly Away Home
My Faith Place 