Believing is Seeing

Believing is Seeing

I was 12 – well past the age of believing in Santa – and yet here I was, standing in line to go sit on the big man’s knee with my younger sisters, and to plead my case of being a good girl and deserving that for which I was asking.  It was because of those...

People Are Good. An Immigrant Reminded Me Of That.

I’ve been selling a lot of things online lately, in preparation for my upcoming downsizing move. When I say “a lot”, I’m not kidding. I had to make a spreadsheet to keep track of what I listed where, for how much and who was interested. It was nearly a full-time job....