There has always been a prelude to our life of choices. I don’t remember selecting the family I would be born into; do you? My nationality, the place on earth I would live, the era in which I would land, born to position or humble means…none of these were handed to me on a ‘menu’ […]
High Horses and Pedestals, Part 1
You’d think I was an equestrian from the amount of times I’ve had to climb down off my high horse over the years. These days I’m really trying to climb on nothing higher than a Shetland pony, but once in a while I still pick one that resembles a big ol’ Clydesdale. When that happens, […]