This morning I visited a friend. We chatted over a latte and a cinnamon bun. My two year old played with her sons’ toys and entertained himself for two hours. I felt grateful and indulgent. I felt more fully alive after the visit, even if I initially felt like I ‘should’ be cleaning or…
What’s in a name? I listened to my Dad telling my Grandpa a story over the Christmas holidays. He convinced his hairdresser, Barb, to charge more for her services, in her small town. With hesitation she finally did and was now driving her dream car, able to renovate her house, take a holiday, and was…
