Summer is here. I’m counting down the days till I hear the dreaded words. “I’m bored.” I used to believe that boredom was a thing.

As another school year comes to a close, In our era of perfection and achievement, I want to recognize those that aren’t being recognized. Those

People say things. All sorts of things. Most of the things they say we believe. As facts. As truth. And then we add meaning about

“I love my teen, but he doesn’t do his homework. He doesn’t care about school. He’s just so lazy. He’d rather play video games than

Who’s driving you? Your primitive brain is. It’s driving. It’s what’s in control. You don’t even realize it. But it is. And it will. And

Tonight marked the end of another year of piano lessons. A recital. A chance to show your skills. To be celebrated for your work. Your