On Doing

  When we were flying home from Tampa, I made my usual stop in the airport restroom. Sitting there, I reached for the toilet paper when I saw it, right there above the dispenser, scratched deeply into the paint: What are you doing? Odd question, I thought, since...

Not-So-Hidden Beauty

  On the heels of writing yesterday’s post about waiting, I received an email. It was from our attorney, regarding a response from the IRS on our 501(c)3. For those of you who don’t know (and those who do, who may have been wondering), we moved out to...