My oldest daughter, Zara, teaches me the gentler side of life.
My youngest daughter, Flossie, pushes me any chance she gets.
Thank goodness for Zara because she makes me think I’m doing an OK job as a parent.
Thank goodness for Flossie because she reminds me I can always do better.
We think we’re their teachers, but maybe they’re ours?
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We sometimes believe strength means self-sufficiency — that being independent means being isolated.
We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.
We’re entering an age where machines do our thinking before we’ve even had a chance to try.
In church the other day, the pastor gave a sermon that really stuck with me. He talked about two people.
Hope doesn’t mean pretending everything is okay.