What we might be

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, said Lao Tzu. What this sage did not tell us is how to propel our reluctant legs into that first step. I remember standing in the Resource Center (our fancy term for the library) in high school.  I was sitting on the sofa I’d…

Let’s be still

I was probably all of six years old, crying, as my mother packed her suitcase. She was going to her uncle’s funeral and leaving me home for a few days. I cried and begged to go, not so much because the funeral interested me but because I wanted my mother. I wanted permanence. Her presence,…