The woman in red

It’s been almost 9 years since this encounter and I just cannot get her off my mind.

When I held time in my hands

My mind and senses fully engaged in the craft of pottery, it felt like I held time in my hands, gently and in control, making sure that I valued what I had in hand.

Got thirty seconds?

What matters most? That was the question posed at work recently at our team offsite meeting. About nine of us … More

Farther, in my image

As I turn another corner after 29 years as a dad, I see my children ready and waiting to take the baton from me. They are ready to go farther, in my image.