3 p.m.

3 p.m.

Sitting in my second-grade classroom in 1982 I felt as if I was frozen in time. The typical circular thin disc of a wall clock hung above the dusty chalkboard in the front of my classroom. When installing the colorful wallpaper border decorated with math problems the...
My draft list to have a “good day”

My draft list to have a “good day”

Searching for what makes a good day (for me) is my ongoing journey. The fact that I am asking this question means that I clearly feel unfilled and furthermore do not believe I am living the best life I can or should. As I try to unearth answers, I instead come to the...