I wish you could have a glass of wine with me in the afternoon – or a cup of coffee – as I joyfully, and often clumsily, juggle my evening do-everything-before-the-husband-walks-in-the-door routine. At this time of day my kitchen reaches the epitome of organized chaos. Ellie is in her Johnny Jumper, happily chewing on
YOU ARE WHAT YOU LISTEN TO.
Yesterday, I got called out for interrupting a friend’s story. Feeling particularly impatient but very interested, I did a poor job listening and instead of allowing the story teller to continue, I eagerly interrupted with questions. There is nothing like honesty, and my friend did me the service of being honest by letting me