middle age, metabolism, and Monday

I figure I'm right in the middle of the August of life, which is still summer, if you know what I mean.

hope from a season of despair

On Thursday night I sat at a round table with co-workers and friends in an enormous room, dining on filet mignon and jumbo prawns, and witnessed contagious, hilarious generosity. Just the sort of evening to breathe new life into a tired writer.

treasure the doing more

Somewhere over the past few years, I've lost a little of the fervor for living the current season of my life. Sometimes, it's wall to wall crazy and I don't have a moment of quiet til after midnight.

the healing power of daily discipline

We're all in a season of something, we might as well live it.