Thor and I were attempting to settle into sleep the other night when he mentioned that his back was hurting. As I applied ointment to
I dream: We are in an open row boat, crossing a river, when I see a dark shape in the water below. “That looks like
Today’s reflection offers a formula: Estimate the number of years you have left, subtract a third for sleep, and another third for eating and working,
Daylight beckons me to stir out of my bed, but a relentless heaviness drags me under into the realm of sleep and dreaming. The path
“The world works in mysterious ways,” my father used to say to me. “It’s wonders never cease.” I forget sometimes that life is a mystery.
Thor has just undergone a third surgery to his knee to remove infection. After yet another week of IV antibiotics, the doctor is threatening a