I sometimes like to think about how I would write the Christmas story. As much as I like a good rags-to-riches story, I do not go in so much for riches-to-rags. I would never write about the King of kings coming to earth without at least a little bit of pomp and circumstance.
Read MoreThis chaos of the juxtaposition of summer and winter has about it a beautiful awkwardness, a riot of happy joy not unlike the striped-sweater-with-flowered-shorts outfit that my daughter likes to wear—if I choose to see it that way.
One foot in front of the other, one word after another, some days harder than others, all for progress that isn’t linear. The hardest part is putting on your shoes . . . picking up your pen . . . and adventuring into the unknown.
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How a couple of old clocks help me number my days and gain a heart of wisdom.