Hands.

I was riding in an Uber in New Mexico and was struck by my drivers hands. She was about my age, straddling that line between her 40s and 50's. That age where your clothes or hair might not give away your age, but your face and hands sure do. She was listening to the local … Continue reading Hands.

Growing up.

My son was recently going through his "old" room, (having upgraded twice as each older sibling moved out) and found a whole bunch of his "treasures". Included in this category: a bag of broken crap collected from the street while walking home from elementary school, a chunk of concrete, stuffed animals, bouncy balls (around 100 … Continue reading Growing up.