Finding Nebulla

The melody begins, building momentum. You look at me with a magnetic smile of knowing as you jump from your seat into my arms. Your giggles are kinetic, tickling every place of joy and delight in my young but eternal soul. We clasp hands and begin to move our feet in rhythm—off the beat, to our own song of happiness. How can anything so simple feel so good? How can this one moment spark so much hope and light in my life? The music swells into a crescendo, and we belt out t

I remember my first year working in breast oncology listening to a patient share very vividly the experience she had of her hair falling...

On a walk with my son in our local Arboretum we had a chance to observe and talk about change. His inquisitive mind observed a single...