Within the Lines
So much of life seems to depend on simply staying within the lines. Erika mulls upon this, and the impact it has upon our lives and our sense of creativity
I am the world’s worst parker.
I am the world’s worst parker.
Ah, summer. Cookouts and swimming pools; hot days and lazy nights. And, of course, fireflies. Beacons of summer, the dazzling lights that dance among backyards and through fields. It’s no wonder that...
Watching the U.S Open in golf recently, it occurred to me that in another life I’d like to be a golf caddy.
At a meeting the other day, a very astute colleague made an off-hand comment about how she sometimes still feels like she’s waiting for something, for life to start.
My kids moved into their new classrooms yesterday. For my son, this meant moving from being an “Infant” to a “Young Toddler”. This milestone means nothing more than moving into a classroom right...
At not-quite-four years old, my daughter has already acquired an awareness of a well known horror: “the mean girl”.
The other day I was leaving a store equipped with automated doors—the kind that open as you walk toward them, leaving you with no greater job but to keep walking. I was literally millimeters away...