conversations about addiction, recovery, and faith
Somewhere along the way, someone told me that if I took the time to listen to my kids when they were little, they would still talk to me when they were older.
I figure I’m right in the middle of the August of life, which is still summer, if you know what I mean.
Less of a post, more of a picture.
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.
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.
We’re all in a season of something, we might as well live it.