I'm fighting a head cold but happy. Christmas decor is bustin a move in my home once again. Garlands rockin, Christmas cards talkin, I'm heading into the season in style. Yet this morning I struggled with what to write. Somber moments passed and no thoughts moved within my reach. They seemed to float on by …
Coming to grips with our humanness.
Recently, I awoke with a statement running through my dream, "Coming to grips with our humanness." In the dream, I saw one of my students holding the small green and navy blue airplane he gave to me a couple of weeks ago. The airplane propeller has a rubber band attached and my students love to wind it and then …
