So, I had a day the other day. One of those days when, in the middle of it all, I wished I could have tapped my shoes and said, “There’s no place like Hawaii, there’s no place like Hawaii,” and then I’d be beamed to the beach. How great would that be – to be…
Month: September 2014
On Being a “PK”
My dad kept a diary during his journey through cancer. The diary was published the year he died, almost twelve years ago. I read the book for the first time this week. It was certainly hard to relive the journey through the words on the pages, but it was also encouraging to be reminded of his…