The woman on the playground and her companion are speaking Italian. Their words are just barely audible, but every once in a while their voices carry, the rapid-fire words punctuating the hot August air with the reminder that we are, alas, not in Italy, though Delaware is a nice place to be. I write toContinue reading “Your inner voice”
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Everything is possible
Time and I have a funny relationship. I never think I have enough of it, and it seems to rule me, rather than the other way around. In my family I’m known as a “time optimist” – I often think a task will take less time than it realistically will, resulting in trying to doContinue reading “Everything is possible”
Grey Sea & Sky 