How do we take a cold, ordinary, overflowing with Omicron, we’re all exhausted and exacerbated Monday and make it magical? We choose joy.
For Mary and all who love her…
THANKFUL for it all. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
My brother Jon recently sent me a tweet about Grandma Moses, an artist who didn’t begin painting until 78. I hope we start talking and writing more about age and its possibilities versus its restrictions.
Home is where the heart is.