January 1. The thought of a fresh calendar is somehow all inspiring to so many, with myself included. The bright hope of referring to everything in future tense almost feels like a new frontier. What will I achieve in the next 365 days? Who will I become over the course of 52 weeks? What will […]Read more "The Promise of a New Year: Why Our Resolutions Die"
Out on the lake is where we like to spend our days in the scorching summer months of the South. My In-laws have a pale yellow, vintage trihull that is just large enough for us, his parents, brother, the dog, our chairs, and the cooler. And it’s absolutely perfect. My place is up front, with […]Read more "The Lies We Don’t Know We’re Telling"