Regret Is No Joke

“That’s two minutes of my life I’ll never get back.” Ten seconds, two minutes, an hour, a day. We’ve all had the experience of feeling like 1) we wasted our time through our own fault or 2) we let someone else waste our time. I had my teeth cleaned the other day, and...

Life: Rich and True

A friend of mine died about a month ago. Sadly, it was not a surprise. He’d been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer 21 months earlier. He was doing fairly well, considering. He worked for much of the time—when his treatments were not making him too ill to function—and...

Lessons from Word

If you’ve ever been on the receiving end of a Word document that originated with someone else, you know that sometimes the formatting can be wonky. Because of the nature of a project I’m part of, this has been happening to me quite a bit lately. Extra line...

From Sun to Storm and Back Again

On a recent Saturday, I worked in the yard for a while, listening to an audiobook to distract me from how much I dislike it. I enjoy being outdoors and love the sun. I am less fond of the actual work of trying to control a bazillion weeds every summer. But I was doing...

Life Rushing Past

Last week one of my great-nephews turned a year old, and I had a chat with my eighty-eight-year-old mother about the occasion. She commented that, looking back, it always seems like that first year goes so fast because the baby changes so much that it hardly seems...

Fast Regret

We’ve been painting this summer. It’s been a looong time since we painted the main rooms of our house. And about nine months ago our daughter moved out, and we’ve turned that room into a cozy TV room. (Which may explain my heightened Netflix habit of...