Oops…I did it again. And again. And again… I listened. I heard the whisper, and I stopped to listen. It was pleasant enough, at first–soothing, sweet…almost seductive. It affirmed my suspicions. Told me all the things I already knew. It made me feel comfortable. But after weeks listening I began to slowly recognize the voice. … More Listening.
A sweet, hunched-over old lady pushed her cart slowly and deliberately through the aisles of the commissary. I had been stuck behind her in several aisles and I confess I was getting slightly annoyed at the fact that she appeared to be in no particular hurry. Rolling my eyes and searching for the perfect moment … More United.