Sep 3
This past week I heard a song playing in Starbucks that stopped me in my tracks. At first I couldn’t quite place it, but then I quickly recognized the voice of James Maddock, a terrifically gifted singer/songwriter
that I’ve known for years here in New York. He even played at my birthday party once. But hearing him on the radio like this for the first time literally gave me goose bumps. “Ah,” I thought to myself. “He’s arrived!”
friends that my face hasn’t changed at
all since Kindergarten. It’s almost embarrassing really. When I meet
people for the first time, they often interrupt me and ask without
apology, “How old are you?” Thinking about my birthday this week and the
passage of time, it stirred up a lot questions. What have I learned and
how have I grown during the past twelve months? Am I wiser, more
content? Did I cross anything off my bucket list? 
Eastern and Western philosophies. 
routine, what I cherish most is the way in which this simple act set the tone for his day. He felt more relaxed and at peace. Although he had a lot on his mind, his morning ceremony helped him to put his trust in something larger than himself. While I’m sure his prayers helped us a lot, I know it probably helped him more.
tasks. Due
to her forgetfulness, she no longer drives and has to depend completely
on others for the activities of daily living. Observing the progression
of her illness is alarming. The look of bewilderment that often falls
across her face tells me it is probably very scary for her as well. 
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