This past week, I was outside early in the morning and after the sun started to set, pulling weeds and planting flowers. With the thermometer climbing to 87°F in the afternoons, I postponed my usual indoor storytelling work until midday. Nobody needs to hear me grumbling dramatically while gardening. Gardening humbles us. No matter how carefully we plan our gardens, Nature still reminds us who is really in charge. One minute I’m confidently arranging flowers like a landscape

Lately, at gatherings, I’ve noticed something curious. I’m the oldest person in the room. Now, I could clutch my pearls, check my pulse, and start Googling “good orthopedic shoes”… or, I could ask a different question:

Happy New Year! Please enjoy this fresh start, which arrives dragging last year’s news behind it like an overstuffed carry-on.