Ramblings: When You Live in a Burning House, it’s Hard to See the World

I’m living in a burning house. It isn’t the first time. Virtually everyone who reads this has–if not presently–lived in a burning house. While it may not be cancer, failing health, and lost careers, it could have been a husband asking for a divorce (out of the blue), a daughter who attempts (or succeeds in)Continue reading “Ramblings: When You Live in a Burning House, it’s Hard to See the World”