Tend Your Garden

“Gail, remember to tend your garden!” Shirley is the kind of friend who sends me these kinds of alerts whenever she discerns I’m forgetting to pause and tend my own personal garden. To give myself permission to slow down and go someplace or do something that allows me to...

Man at the Sea

He sat in stillness, as if mesmerized by the crashing waves in front of him. “Mind if I take your picture?” I ventured. After his consent for a photo shoot, I asked him the standard beach-side question, “Where’re you from?” “I live here and usually come once a day....