The other day I was in our basement and I looked at a stack of bins with toys our kids used to play with years ago. At one time these toys were spread across the house and played with on a daily basis. Even though they were picked up each night, the next day they… Continue reading The Last Time
It seems I always want more out of life, but can I be content with what I have instead of looking at what I don’t have?
Everyday life Under attack Locked within Personal space Familiar faces On a screen Close at hand Yet so far away