Motivation

In those weeks before Mom and Dale were married, he’d come home from work, barely acknowledge me, pour himself a drink or three, and watch

“Let’s be honest, shall we?” I said. “We’re judging each other.” I raised my hand. “Seriously, how many are judging me?” After an awkward pause,

I was at a self-help seminar my Uncle Bob was teaching, and I shared how down I’d been after going through a battle with cancer