I spent the first forty plus years of my life convinced that the ultimate measure of human success was lids that fit every piece of Tupperware, child-approved-nutritional-team-snacks that wowed every parent during half-time at little league soccer games, and a resume that could make any recruiter weep. According to the Franciscan friar Richard Rohr, I wasn’t just neurotic;…
A personal perspective on everyday life.
