I remember being 8 years old and running to the paper posted in the hall at Lincoln School, excited to find my name listed under “Mrs. Solie.” She had a

I like bread, but I don’t eat the crust. The soft center of a warm, freshly baked loaf of bread is delicious. The crust is too hard, too dry, and

Drip. Drip. Drip. I’m not my best self when something is dripping. Nagging. Constant. Distracting. Little things distract my focus and steal my energy. New ideas. Golden opportunities. Gracious invitations.

I am sitting on a grassy shore at Herrick Lake watching a dozen canoes filled with teenagers splashing through the sparkling water. The sun catches the water droplets just as they