Missing Time

Missing Time

I went to my first professional soccer game this past weekend. I don’t think I had seriously watched an entire soccer match since our youngest played what we lovingly referred to as “Amoeba Ball”: a tightly-knit wad of 5 year-olds shuffling up and...
Unproductive?

Unproductive?

Portions of this post originally appeared in March of 2020, when so many things were unknown and scary. Just as I mused back then, I’ve struggled a little with what to write this week. But looking back over some old notes and connecting them to where I am now – I was...