The stuff dreams are made of

Some have said they dream in color but I dream in words. In my dreams, I come up with brilliant stories, the stuff the great American novel might be composed of. Then I wake up and I struggle to write sentences any more complex than, The cat is big. And the cat can run fast….

Ten Years From Now, We’ll Still Be On Top

I woke up this morning to the sound of laughter, the kind of laughter that comes from children who have known only the cool swaddling of blankets of innocence. Happy children who think a new day breaks just to give them another opportunity to eat grapes and suck lollipops in bed. Happy children who, this morning, have…