We all remember our firsts. Our first date. Our first roller coaster ride. Our first “A” on a report card. Nothing sears in our memory like the first time of anything. And then someone hit the reverse button, and we’ve lost someone dear to us. And now every event is a first without a loved…
Month: December 2015
Getting out of the Boat
I struggle. I have entered an arena I have never entered before. I am comfortable in what I have done for over thirty years as I am good at it. I know how to make stuff. I can see something and almost know instantly how to make it. I love creating in just about every…