Drop It…

As I was trying to get out of bed the other morning, I had a dream that I was carrying a cup of coffee with me around the house. I remember thinking that it was full, hence, easily spilled. In my dream, whenever I’d come to a task that would normally require two hands, I’d…

Beyond the Headlights

Over coffee the other morning, my neighbor, Deb, explained some drama that a mutual friend was experiencing in her life. “It’s exhausting,” Deb said with a sigh. “She’s trying to live out her 10-year plan in a minute. And it doesn’t work that way.” “So what did you tell her?” I asked. “I suggested that…