And so I planted flowers…

And so I planted flowers…

Mom loved pretty things. She loved to marvel in the beauty of the sky, the trees, pretty flowers on the side of the road. I can’t tell you how many times (shhh… sometimes illegally I am sure) we stopped on the side of a highway to pick wild flowers so mom could put...
On Being a Finisher First…

On Being a Finisher First…

So there is something to be said about finishing. Anything. Something. Even the smallest thing. An inning, an out, a run, a game, a book, a project, a race. Finishing is often more difficult than we know. Finishing is often one of the hardest things we do. But the...