start over

Where Did Our 5-Year-Old Dreams Go?

My 5-year-old mini-me daughter will tell you she wants to be a fairy-princess-super-hero when she grows up, and no one dares squash a child’s dreams.

Our Memory Makes Us

When we are caught in destructive patterns, we might wish we could start over. We can’t do that literally. However, maybe we can do it figuratively.