It’s been an eventful spring.
After all, what does it mean to be useful?
Life isn’t going to go the way I want it to just because that’s what I expect it to do. I can do everything “right,” I can work harder and harder, I can reach out to more and more people, but life is not obligated to respond to that.
As we stare down another Fourth of July, I’ve been pondering what it means to be an American on this holiday.
Mistakes make us better people, if we recognize them for the learning tools they are.
It is we who have to step up to the plate, we who need to support and care for one another, we who must answer the hard call to practice compassion when so many are turning inward toward selfishness.
I wish to have the kind of life that will make an inspiring eulogy.