…a lot of us confuse fulfilled with plain old filled. Filling your schedule, filling your days, filling your time…
When he lands in my lap I hug him close. “Babies are so perfect, aren’t they?” The little one settles against me, a warm compact weight that fills me with gladness.
What if changing the way you saw things followed the same simple pattern we set forth as kids playing basketball?
Where in the world are my books?
Her husband had illegally traded alcohol and they accused her of continuing his business as well as being a drinker herself.