While I was looking for evidence of imagination this week, what I found instead was just how little excitement there is for imagination in the world today. From the minute I get into my car in the morning, with the GPS telling me which route to take and how long it's going to take me... Continue Reading →
46. When Dreams Come True
One of the things I've (stubbornly) held onto since the tumour diagnosis/surgery/recovery is that I spent the bulk of my daughter's first few years of life distracted by what was going on in my own life, and because of that, I never got to spend the same kind of quality time with her in her... Continue Reading →
