(Never) Enough Time

Are we enslaved to Time?  Must we march to its relentless rhythm, powerless as prisoners shuffling on and on under the watchful eye of such a dispassionate guard? This week I ticked off milestones, one after another.  My six and eight-year-old daughters returned to school, growing up ever so slightly with every passing day.  We … Continue reading (Never) Enough Time

In Search of a Cure for “Busy”

As a kid I was fascinated by anthills.  I would hunker down by a busy one and watch the ants go marching one by one, hurrying with their load so they can deposit it only to turn around and do it all over again.  I wondered what it would be like to be part of … Continue reading In Search of a Cure for “Busy”