Fresh Air

Fresh Air

Fresh Air My headspace too often resembles a Los Angeles traffic jam. All snarls and congestion filled with frenetic maneuvering and slammed stops. I wish it wasn’t so. There are counter measures, I know, and I daily work to employ them. But what often begins as a...
The Lying Down

The Lying Down

The Lying Down Last night I went to bed frustrated. I was stewing a bit, squirming in my heart with the attempt to quiet my steaming thoughts. It’s not often that a conversation with a casual acquaintance sets off such an eruption, but last night, irritation was...