You will scream.
You will say things you regret.
Category: Nature
Move Along, Dear
The Gratitude Gospel: Day 11
In our rental, I have the kind of view that most writers would kill to have. A simple wooden desk in front of a wall of windows that look out to a forest (and swamp, though that sounds less picturesque).
If you are a mother, however, the hooting owls and the relentless woodpeckers start to get to you after a little while (at least when a nap is desired).
Advice for the Tree Hugger
“I don’t know.”
It’s a response I get often from college students when I inquire about their goals for the future. They frequently come to me frustrated by the taste of adulthood that freshman year offers.
Decisions – the ones that we know really count – can paralyze us.
