Numbers Don’t Define Us
It still amazes me how I might not remember what I had for breakfast — yet I can rattle off my childhood phone number. It was: 462-7611. Yes — just seven numbers back then! And don’t get me started on that ticket number at the Social Security office — the one that told me I…
I Want My Life to be Filled With “I Get To” Moments
I am one to make “to do” lists. And I’m filled with a sense of accomplishment as I check off each “to do” item. Last week, my “to do’s” included getting my home ready for the family coming in, getting the pantry and fridge stocked with food, getting my baking done, and getting my annual…